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“Yeah, but I’ll be fine,” I mumble.
“Then why are you crying?”
“You’re going to think it’s stupid.”
“Look at me,” he orders. My blurry gaze meets his and he coaxes, “Tell me.”
“They stopped making my favorite burger.” God. I sound silly saying it out loud. He’s going to think I’m crazy but I’m too upset over the news to care. Those people should’ve given me a damn warning or a notice or something.
I expect Dash to laugh or tease. Instead, he shrugs. “Then order from another place.”
“You don’t get it.” I shake my head.
“Kitten.”
“Go away, Dash.” I remove his hand and lie down, facing away from him.
“Eat something before you sleep.”
“I’m not hungry,” I snap, while knowing I’m being rude. This is why I tend to stay alone on days like these. I don’t have the patience to deal with anyone.
Dash intelligently doesn’t push, and I hear clothes rustle as he stands to his feet. Then a second later, I hear the front door slam shut.
Great. I’ve finally succeeded in scaring Dash away.
Chapter Forty-four
DASH
This isn’t how I planned to spend my day.
Bianca gave me a fright that told me I’m way too deep into her than I imagined. I was ready to kill whoever had hurt her. Ever since my talk with her dad, an irrational fear has settled in my bones that something will happen to her while I’m gone.
It doesn’t help that I’m lying to her every day. The longer I don’t tell her the truth, the harder she will hate me when she inevitably learns about it. Suddenly, Justin’s warning begins to play in my head. I hate to admit that he was right.
She believes I went to my city for a business emergency, when it was the opposite. On my flight back here, I decided to confess to her about that night. Because there’s no denying that I crave Bianca with a passion; that it’s more than just obsession and I want her to give me—us—a real chance.
And it can only happen once there are no secrets between us.
No shadows of the past haunting us.
Most importantly, her heart is unguarded and willing to love again.
The glimpse I saw beneath her walls when she woke up and smiled at me is forever painted in my soul. It gave a silly hope that she isn’t as unaffected by me as she lets on. I just need to prove she can trust me.
I’ve only gone for an hour, but I miss her with an urgency that’s foreign to me. I drive faster as concern for Bianca overrides every other feeling in my chest. I kept picturing her crying face as I left her on the couch.
It’s not long until I’m back and riding up to our apartment. I’m careful as I approach her sleeping form on the couch where I left her. I try not to disturb her but when I move in the open kitchen, she stirs awake.
“Dash.”
I carry one of the bags I brought, along with a plate and ketchup, and rest it on the table in front of her. She rubs her eyes before sitting up, and I’m torn when I catch her wincing. I hate that she’s in pain and I hate it even more that she has to go through it every month.
Who takes care of her then?
I frown when she fixes her wavy hair, even though they’re perfect as always. Primal possessiveness and satisfaction roars in my chest at seeing her looking comfortable and sexy in my clothes. I like that something of mine is touching her skin, a sight of my claim.
I’m turning into a caveman for this woman.
