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“Don’t put those on. I’ll give you something clean,” Win said, entering the bedroom as though the world wasn’t tilting on its axis.
Dumbly, I glanced down at the clothes in my hands. My clothes. I stood there feeling like the room was imploding as he casually opened and closed drawers.
“Why were you out there?” I blurted.
He straightened, a stack of clothes in his hands. His clothes. The clothes he wantedmeto wear.
Longing cut through me so strongly that it actually hurt, and I winced.
“Angel.” Win frowned and took a step toward me.
“Why were you out on the road tonight?” I asked, forcing strength into my voice.
He frowned. “I was looking for you.”
Surprise slackened my face. “For me?”
He nodded. “When I lost sight of you in the crowd, I asked around. The bouncer at the door said you left.”
I felt my eyes narrow. “He knew me?”
“That halo on your head is very memorable, angel.”
“It’s not a halo. It’s my hair,” I argued.
“It’s beautiful.”
My heart felt bruised.Don’t say that.“I should go,” I announced, pacing to the bed to drop my clothes on the end so I could dress.
“Why would you do that?” Win asked.
“I’m sure you had other plans tonight.” I plucked up the shirt that was still balled up from being in the car.
Win went silent a moment, a charged silence. I could almost feel his thoughts spinning.
“Is this about the dancing?” he asked, coming over to take the shirt from me and hand me one of his instead. “Because that’s all it was. Really. I was just dancing—”
“It’s not about the girls!” I spat, tossing down his shirt.
“So you weren’t dancing with that guy as payback?”
“No. Yes. I…”
Win grabbed my shoulder, pulling me around. His other palm lay on my other shoulder, and his body heat seeped into me. “It worked, you know. I hated seeing someone else put their hands on you. Even knowing you were being a little shit, I was still out of my mind with jealousy.”
“Really?” I whispered, eyes lowering.
No, Lars. No. This doesn’t matter.It didn’t matter what my head yelled. My heart waited for the answer.
His hands fell off me so he could step closer, one of his feet sliding between mine. “Mm.” He agreed. “If I hadn’t already decided to make you mine, that would have pushed me over the edge.”
My head snapped up. “W-what?”
He half smiled. “Weren’t you listening in the car earlier?”
I didn’t say anything.
“Did you mean it?” he asked, shifting even closer and making my eyes snag on his lean waist, on the single bead of water clinging right beside his navel.
