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We’re outside then at his car and I’m still pummeling him with all my strength. My stomach is getting more twisted, and my head won’t stop spinning.
“Put me down!” I scream, and since we’re in the parking lot, I’m easily heard. I hear a car door open, and then I’m unceremoniously unfolded and pushed into the back of an SUV. He climbs in after me and settles me on the opposite seat from him.
“Go,” he gives an order and before he can get me buckled, the car is pulling away from the club.
I push my hair from my face and straighten up to find his face right in front of mine, dark and dangerous as ever.
“Are you going to be sick?” he asks, concern pulling his brow down.
I swallow. “No. I don’t think so.” I settle back against the cool leather of the seat. “I’m dizzy though.”
He nods, like it’s to be expected and then moves to the other seat. “Just relax.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“To your apartment,” he says then reaches over me to roll down my window. “Is that better?”
The breeze hits my face, and it is glorious.
“Yes.” I lean into the wind and close my eyes. I’ll pretend he’s not there. And when we get to my apartment, I’m sure Natalie and Chad will help keep him out.
“Why’d you come tonight?”
“Because. You don’t belong at a dance club with anyone but me.” He opens his door. “I’ll come around for you. Stay there.”
I chance a peek. We’re at my apartment already.
“Thank you for driving,” I mutter to whoever is in the front seat as my door pops open and Maxim works my belt off and helps me from the car.
“Can you walk?”
“Will you throw me over your shoulder again?” I snap.
“If you won’t walk, yes.” Why does he have to sound so confident? And worse, why do I want to lean into it so badly?
“I’ll walk,” I say and head for the front of my building. “You don’t need to take me up, I have my key.”
A rush of nausea hits me, and I have to stop to fight it off. As it fades, I’m lifted into his arms again. This time he’s cradling me against his chest.
“You drank too much.”
“I barely had a bottle of wine.” I close my eyes and nestle beneath his chin. Once I’m in my apartment, I’ll kick him out.
“That’s too much for you. You don’t drink often enough to have a whole bottle to yourself.” He skips the elevator and carries me up the stairs. I’m not sure if the jostling is better or worse this way, but I’m too warm and comfortable in his arms to pay much attention to my rolling head and stomach now.
“Again?” Natalie’s voice hits me and Maxim carries me into the apartment.
“I’ll take her to her room,” Maxim says and does just that.
“I don’t think you should be here.” There’s no strength in my words though. I suck at fighting him. It’s the wine. It’s making me weak.
Or it’s the pain of the last week since I saw him finally wearing me down. It should have gotten better. Every day should have been better than the last, but it wasn’t. Every morning when I woke up and realized he was gone, that I shoved him away, the pain came back full force.
Gently, he lays me on my bed. I snuggle into the pillows, willing the spinning to stop. My shoes are removed, and a blanket is pulled up over me.
“You can’t be here,” I whisper.
The lights click off.
