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"Why?" she asks.
I know why Sky has her arms crossed; I can see her hands trembling. But I don’t know what she's asking about—she could be referring to any one of my stupid, drunken acts. So I do what I guess is expected. "Sorry."
"Sorry?" Her voice is low. "You out me to the world then you say ‘sorry’?"
The pink creeping across her pale cheeks reminds me of the colour I put in her face when we were in bed. Then my mind travels back there, gaze wandering along her body.
"I miss you." As I step towards her, she backs off.
"Why did you expose me? Why couldn’t you just leave me alone?"
"Because I can’t let you go. I’m trying but I can’t. I don’t even want to be here. I don’t want anything but you right now."
"Have you listened to yourself?" She hisses. "This is stalking."
What the fuck? "No!"
"Yes. You couldn’t get what you wanted from me, so you used the means you had to manipulate and trap me.”
Shit.No. I wipe my palms across my face, through my hair then stand with my elbows at right angles to my head. "No, fuck, no, that’s not what I’m doing, Sky.”
"Then what? You came to my flat—you knew what you were doing. Then the bullshit on Twitter."
The booze. Again, the fucking booze turning my life to shit."I was drunk when I did those things.” Dropping my arms, I step towards her again, and she backs into the window. I stop short. The expression in her eyes isn’t fear but anger. This is the girl whose car I rear-ended, but a million times more pissed off.
"Well, now you’re sober, do something. Get them off me." Sky pauses and inhales. "Go back to your model girlfriend!"
"Which model girlfriend?"
"The one all betrayed and weeping because Dylan Morgan cheated on her with some girl no one would look twice at." I hate it when she puts herself down and open my mouth to respond. "Her words, not mine. I have no issues with the way I look."
I can’t help myself. "Neither do I."
The angry colour reaches her ears. "Fuck you!"
Whoa.Sky has a mouth on her when she wants. "She’s not my girlfriend. Not anymore. Our so-called relationship ended months ago."
Sky’s shoulders drop a little. Fuck. Is that part of why she’s so angry? "Then why did this girl say she was?"
"When we split, we kept up the pretence because it suited us both. She’s hiding an affair with another guy, and girls back off if they think I’m taken."
The arms around her chest loosen. "So you didn’t cheat on someone with me?"
"Ask anyone in the inner circle. They’ll tell you. I let her stay in my London apartment I don’t use and threw her some money now and again. It’s convenient for us both."
Dropping her steely blue eyes for the first time, Sky chews on her lip.
"Is this why you didn’t want me? Because you thought I was with someone else?" I ask.
"That’s one of many reasons. The major one just happened.” I frown, confused. “The small issue I had with the world and his dog knowing who I am?"
"I could’ve kept you out of all this. We could carry on."
Her head snaps back up. "Are you listening to me, Dylan? You’re crazy. This is crazy."
"Maybe, but I struggle to cope with reality, don’t I?"
In her face, there’s a flicker of connection to the ‘beach house’ us, and for a moment the gulf between us contracts. Until she spots someone behind me, then her eyes widen before she rewraps her arms around herself and turns away. Angry at being interrupted, I spin around.
Steve stands, arms crossed to match Sky’s. "Okay, both of you. You need to help me with this."
Sky watches Steve warily.
"Damage control. I don’t give a shit about whatever the hell this is, I need you to make a joint decision on how we go from here."
