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“Does it sound like I am?”
For the love of all that is holy, I cannot be anything but bitter with this guy. Even when he’s standing there…
Oh. My. Fucking. God.He did not just remove his towel. Three feet in front of me, he’s standing butt-ass naked, drying his hair with the towel that should be covering his junk.
I hold my breath, moving my eyes to the ceiling. “What are you doing?”
“Drying my hair. That a problem?”
“No. It’s…” I stutter, at a loss for words, “not.”
In fact, this is the perfect opportunity to dive right into my plan.
My eyes drop to his and the corner of my mouth tugs up. It’s all for show. My heart is literally trying to flee from my body at this very moment. “Not a problem at all.” I take a step toward him, then another.
Heavy brows dip and he steps back, and I notice he has a pair of shorts on now. “What are you doing?”
We’re inches apart when I untie my robe, exposing the nightie beneath it. His gaze falls on my chest and I roll my shoulders, letting the robe fall down my shoulders. “Like what you see?”
His eyes lift to mine and they’re not lustful or soft like I’d hoped, instead, they’re formidable. “Put that thing back on.”
He really is repulsed by me.But why?
I don’t understand. I don’t consider myself a catch, but I’m not hideous. I have curves and perky breasts. Sure, I don’t wear makeup but…
“I said put it back on!” His voice deepens, and I jolt at his outburst.
“No,” I deadpan.
“Excuse me?”
“I said no.” I close the space between us. Reaching out with trembling hands, I rest them on his damp shoulders. “Tell me what it is about me that disgusts you so much.”
His eyes steer away, while his body tenses, and it’s eye-opening. I’ve never seen Neo fear anything, but he’s scared of my touch.
I lean closer, drawing in his exhale, while my mouth ghosts his. “Am I really that appalling?”
He’s frozen. Like a statue. Unsure of whether he should break away or remain still.
Moving my mouth along his sculpted jawline, I slide up to his ear and whisper, “Say something.”
I’m caught off guard when he shoves me back, hard. So hard that I stumble and land on my ass.
That heart that was ready to flee my body, it’s gone. Or at least, it feels that way. Why does his rejection hurt so damn bad?
A ball lodges in my throat, and I fear I’ll break down if I mutter a single word.
“Get out!” He points a stern finger at the door.
Maybe that’s what I need to do—break down. Cry for him. Show emotion. It’s something Neo has never witnessed from me. At least not since I was a kid.
Let it all out, Scar. Fake it if you have to.But when the tears slide down my cheeks, I’m certain they’re not forced. “Why?”
He turns away, unable to look at me. I can’t tell if it’s his distaste for me, or his lack of ability to deal with emotion.
“Just go.” This time, the anger has left his voice. It’s low and soft. Tortured almost.
He’s so weird. And this time, I mean it as, he’s so mysterious. I want to break him. No.I need to break him.Then I want to be the one to fix him.
