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I'm never going to see him again. He's going to do what he always does and disappear.
But as soon as we reach the parking garage, Brady takes my hand, quieting the storm.
I direct Brady to the back parking lot of the Zeta house, and he pulls his bike next to my car. We sit there in silence for a few minutes before either of us makes a move. Squeezing my thigh, Brady finally gets off the bike. As he's helping me remove my helmet, we hear voices at the backdoor. Loud whispering. Moaning.
And then footsteps headed in our direction.
Out of instinct, we both duck out of sight, peering through the windows of my car to see who is headed in our direction.
My hand flies to my mouth when I spot Max getting into a car two down from mine. Flicking my eyes to the back door, there's no sign of the person he was just with. I have my suspicions but no conclusive evidence.
"Max," I whisper shout over the rumble of Max's engine sparking to life.
"Not surprised." Brady slides down to sit on the concrete, and I follow. Nothing else is said until after we see Max's taillights fade down the driveway.
"Who was he here seeing?"
"It's not my place to say. He's been screwing around with her on and off for years, and he thinks no one knows."
"Are you sure you know who it is?" When I glance over my shoulder at him, he lifts his eyebrow in challenge. "Fine, you know who. Should I be concerned?"
"I don't think so. She seems to allow it. I've seen them together, and honestly, they make each other happy. I've also seen how miserable they are apart. I can always tell when one of them asks for a break. Max becomes hostile and unpleasant."
"So why keep it a secret?"
Brady shrugs, reaching for the backpack and removing my books.
"Want me to carry these in for you?" Pushing off the ground, he extends his hand to help me up. Once I'm on my feet, I try lacing our fingers together, but he pulls away from me.
There's a shift in the air, and it's dramatic. We're not behind closed doors anymore. Anyone could see us. And it makes me wonder if he's ashamed of being seen with me.
"No." The single word is stunted.
Picking the books up off the ground where he stacked them, they wobble in my arms as I turn my back on Brady and walk away from him. My hands are shaking, and tears are building up in my eyes.
I don't like the way I feel right now. I'm not in control of my emotions. I'm reading into things when I shouldn't be. But what else am I supposed to think? He pulled away from me.
Was it all about sex? Is that all he wanted from me?
If so, he's done with me. He got what he needed, and he's going to forget all about me.
I may have been his fantasy once upon a time, but now that he's fulfilled it, he can dream about someone else.
The motion light above the back door flicks off just as I reach the bottom step of the porch. My senses heighten in the darkness, and that's when I feel him hovering behind me. When his hands land on my hips, I melt into his touch.
Traitorous body.
Turning me in his arms, Brady takes the books from my hands and sets them on the step, activating the light, his body going rigid.
"It's motion censored."
Letting out a sigh, Brady wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into the shadows of the porch. I'm about to ask him what he's doing when he picks me up by my ass and presses me against the house, his lips capturing my swift intake of surprise.
There's nothing sweet about this kiss. It screams desperation, need. Still, he holds me gently as he takes what he needs from me. He cups my cheeks, his thumbs sweeping across my cheekbones. And when he finally pulls away, we're both panting heavily, our chests brushing. I can feel how swollen my lips are as I reach up and place my fingers on them.
"What was that for?"
"I wanted to say goodnight, but you walked away from me. Pissed me off."
