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“Goddammit, Molloy.” Tossing me onto my back, Joey pinned my hands to my sides, and leaned in close. “You reek of desperation and it’s such a fucking turn off.”
He was saying the cruelest things, but his eyes told a different story entirely, as he hovered over me, chest heaving against mine, as his body thrummed with tension.
“Why would I care about a girl who offers herself up on a plate for the taking?” Narrowing his eyes, he leaned even closer, and hissed, “You’re another fella’s girlfriend and yet here you are, on the flat of your back for me like aslut.”
“Get off me!” I practically snarled, temper frayed, as his words cut me to the bone. “Now, asshole!”
“No fucking problem,” he sneered, equally furious, as he jerked back.
“You can be such a fucking bastard!” I screamed, as I flung the passenger door open and jumped out of the car. “The biggest one I’ve ever met!”
“And you can be such a fucking bitch,” he roared back, before quickly climbing out of the car after me. “Wait – where are you going?”
“Away from you!”
“It’s your car, Molloy.”
Dammit.“I don’t care.”
“You don’t have any shoes on.”
Double dammit.“I don’t care!”
“Molloy, cop on to yourself, will ya?” His tone was hard and laced with frustration. “You’re not walking home in the dark on your own.”
“Why not? Afraid I’ll be easy pickings since I’m such a slut and all that?”
“Would you just stop moving for a sec—“
“No, now fuck off – and don’t even think about coming after me!”
“Don’t walk away from me, Molloy.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, asshole.” Upping my pace, I hurried around the street corner, and quickly crossed the road. Because it was so close to Christmas, people continued to spill out from pubs and bars.
“Wait, wait, wait—“ His strong arms came around my body, pulling me flush against his chest. “Just hold up, will you?”
“Let go,” I warned, shivering when his hands clamped down firmly on hips, keeping my back pressed closely to his chest. “Now.”
“I fucked up,” came his thick response, as his breath fanned my cheek. “Forgive me.”
“No.” My heart raced wildly. “You hurt my feelings.”
“Be my friend again, Molloy.”
“No.” Shaking my head, I twisted around to look up at him. “You said that to hurt me, youknewit would, and if I forgive you, you’ll only hurt me again.”
“Yeah, I probably will.” Green eyes, so lonesome and full of regret seared me. “But I won’t mean to.” He blew out a harsh breath. “I won’t hurt you on purpose again.”
Accidentally or on purpose; it hurts just the same.
“I can’t.” Releasing a shaky breath, I took a step back. “Youreallyhurt me with that.”
“I care.” Reaching out a hand, he grabbed the front of the hoodie I was wearing –hishoodie – and fisted the fabric as he pulled me back to him, our bodies flush together. “I care. I care. I care,” he repeated, eyes locked on mine, as his hand moved up from my hoodie to cup my neck. “Too much.”
“See?” Blowing out a ragged breath, I sagged forward, letting my head fall against his chest. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”
“I know, Molloy.” Resting his chin on my head, he sighed heavily. “I know.”
