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I took the pills because I needed them, avoiding his searching gaze as I drank more of the frigid water. When I was done, I grimaced at the attempt my stomach made to hurl them back up.
“Where’s your crutches?” he asked.
“Upstairs.”
“What else hurts?”
“Nothing.” I lied.
“Why are your stitches uncovered?”
Damn, is this twenty questions in the middle of the night?I shrugged. Leaving the water, I started back to bed but only made it past the counter, two steps into the dining room.
Max swept me up from behind, making me yell, “Put me down!”
“No.”
“I will punch you in the face.” I threatened him.
“I deserve it.”
Surprised, I stopped short, fist still clenched as I searched his face. It remained shuttered as he carried me up the stairs as if I wasn’t heavy at all.
I wanted to ask so badly.Why did you kiss me?Why did you run away?I was afraid of the answer. I didn’t want any more pain.
By the time we hit the second floor, his arms were quivering slightly, and I tried to get down. He made a rude sound, tightening his hold, and went into the bathroom, sitting me on the closed toilet seat.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Your stitches need covered.”
“I’ll do it in the morning.”
“I’ll do it right now.”
“No.” I shot up off the toilet, preparing to rush out.
His naked chest appeared, body bumping mine. It wasn’t hard, definitely not enough to make me fall. He was taller than me. Both he and Win were. He was bulkier too. It annoyed me.
No, it doesn’t.
The black mood cloaking him presented in his scowl and the way his eyebrows slashed low over his eyes. “Sit.”
“Make me.”
The muscle in his jaw ticked, and then the breath whooshed out of me as my ass smacked onto the counter and he forced my knees apart.
His body slid between them, our bare chests inches apart. The abstract black ink designs all over his body beckoned my eyes like a siren, but I forced my stare to remain unflinching against his.
“I’m leaving tomorrow,” I told him, the only threat I had.
“I’m covering your head tonight.”
“I don’t know why you even care.”
His entire body quieted like a cobra stilling before the attack. I wasn’t afraid of Max. I never would be, even knowing the violence he learned at an early age. A deadly, dangerous energy filled the space around us, threatening to choke me, but I continued to breathe.
Despite the absolute belief I was safe with him, my pulse ticked up. The blood in my veins quickened, and something akin to anticipation coiled low in my belly.
