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Electricity zaps back and forth over the island.
I am, and I don’t fucking like it.
Downing my drink, I slam the tumbler against the surface so hard that, if it wasn’t made from plastic, it’d smash.
“I might hate you, Romy, but you’re still my wife, even if only temporarily. While you are mine, I have every right to be jealous.”
When her gaze drops to my lips, I fight the urge to smash through this fucking island, wind my fist into her hair, and claim her with them. I don’t know what this feeling is in my chest, but I know better than to give it a name.
So I do the sensible thing. I turn on my heel and head to the staircase that leads to my office.
“I’ll be away for a while.”
“Where are you going?”
I grind my molars together. “Home. Boston. I have work to do.”
“For how long?”
“I don’t know.”
I get halfway up the stairs when a faint, “Wait,” stops my feet from working.
“Please.” Her whisper floats across the room. I shouldn’t have looked down at her, chewing on that plump bottom lip where my teeth want to be and twirling the hair that my fingers itch to be entwined in. “I’m going stir-crazy in here. There are only so many muffins I can make.”
It takes a few moments to mull this over. When she’s bored, she’s more likely to conjure up more creative ways to kill me. Idle hands and all. I don’t have time for the distraction. “Fine, I’ll have Aisling grant you access to a few more floors. But if you misbehave, I’ll take it all away.”
Just before I reach the door to my office, there’s another chirp from below. “Donnacha?”
“What, Romy?” I growl back.
“Thank you.”
Goddammit.
Without replying, I push into my office and sink into the armchair by the window. It’s been a long day, and I’m fucking tired. Too tired to figure out what this ache in my chest is. Whether I like it or not.
I feel like a schoolkid all over again, taking my first drag of a cigarette under the bleachers at lunchtime. That first pull fills you up with darkness and makes you feel like you’re choking.
But then when your lungs settle and your head stops spinning, all you can think about is that next drag.
