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“You know nothing.” I spit the words, engulfed in anger. Fiery and wild, it spreads through me, burning me from the inside out. “Somebody has to pay, somebody has to—"
Bexley lifts me up effortlessly and pulls me around the side of the building, pressing me against the wall and his hand against my mouth. My eyes widen then quickly narrow as he lets out an exasperated breath. “You cannot go on some personal revenge mission against Q, Mia. That’s not—"
My words come out muffled against his palm, but Bexley refuses to move his hand.
“I am not going to let you self-destruct. Get angry. Shout. Scream. Hurt me. Hate me… I can take it. So long as you don’t do anything stupid and you’re safe, I can take it, Mia.” He leans in and touches his head to mine, inhaling a sharp breath as he finally lowers his hand. “Let me be your punching bag.”
The desperation in his voice wraps around my heart and refuses to let go. Our breaths mingle between us as his lips ghost mine. It would be so easy to kiss him, to let him carry me away to some faraway place.
“Mia…” His voice cracks as he slides his mouth over mine. For a second, everything goes quiet. The thoughts in my head, the drum of my heart against my rib cage, the blood roaring in my ears.
For a second, there’s nothing but me and the guy I love suspended in time, in a single kiss I feel all the way down to my soul.
But the second he tries to part my lips with his tongue, everything slams back into me with such force. I cry out. “No,” I shriek, hammering on his chest again. “No.”
“Fuck,” Bexley grits out. “Fuck!” He backs up, letting me slide down the wall. “Mia, I’m sor—"
“We should go.” I fold my arms around my waist, averting my gaze. The adrenaline coursing through my veins is fading rapidly as I feel myself start to crash.
“Yeah.” He clucks his tongue, stepping aside to let me go ahead.
I hate the distance between us, the awkward silences and words left unsaid. But everything is different now.
I don’t know how to go back to being the girl I was before.
“Come on.” He gently presses his hand to the small of my back and guides me toward Sasha’s car. She climbs out and locks eyes on mine.
“Okay?” she asks.
“Yeah.” I yank open the door and slip inside.
“Security will follow you home,” Bexley says. “We’ll be there as soon as we can.” His eyes linger on mine, but then he’s slamming the door and stepping back into the shadows.
“What happened?” Sasha asks, and I shake my head.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
The car drives straight through the gates and I glance back, unsurprised to find Bexley standing there, watching.
“He’s worried about you,” Sasha whispers, and I meet her concerned expression. “We all are.”
* * *
“You look like crap,” Sasha says the next morning as I drag myself down to the kitchen for breakfast.
“I couldn’t sleep.” I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, too afraid to close my eyes and let my dreams haunt me.
Except they’re not dreams at all, because I’m living this nightmare.
I hesitate, my hands trembling as I help myself to coffee.
“Mia?” She gives me a warm smile.
“I was wondering if maybe you can… give me something. You know, to help me sleep?”
Her smile falls. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea… you’re hurting.”
“So you were happy to give me something to make it all go away before, but now I actually have a reason you won’t?” I seethe. “Thanks a lot.”
