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It feels as though he’ll beforcedto be with me after this. That, even though he spends enough time with me anyway, it won’t be the same.
Kai will be obligated to me now.
And I don’t want that.
I like how we are now and it’s all fucked up.
“Molly.” I hadn’t realized that we were in Kai’s office off the foyer. He doesn’t bother to close the door.
I’m relieved about that.
Because if he did, I think I’d feel suffocated, and it’d make this worse.
But, either way, I feel a surge of anxiety crash against me over and over again and it takes more room for me to be able to talk about this rationally like an adult.
Shit happens.
Yeah, but not with Kai Wolfe. This man has been through a shitty marriage and has a negative outlook on relationships.
His warm palm cups the side of my face and I mindlessly lean into it. “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you shaking?”
I hadn’t registered that I was.
But it doesn’t stop anything that needs to happen between us.
“Kai,” I choke out, reaching for his hand for silent comfort and strength. “I’m…” His blue eyes are bolted onto me and I feel the strain of my resolve starting to tear apart.
I can’t do this.
I know we aren’t something official but I’ve really enjoyed the last three months here. I’ve really savored every moment with him and I could feel myself letting go as he tugged me closer and into his ambiance.
It was guarded and cozy there.
And now it’s about to be pulled from underneath me.
“Hey…” Kai pulls me flush against his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around me as he runs the pads of his fingers up and down the base of my spine. The melodic motion makes my body start to follow the rhythm and try to focus solely on his touch. “What’s going on? What’s gotten you so upset?”
I shake my head, alluding to the fact that I don’t want to talk about it.
But Kai is never going to allow this to fall to the wayside. I just wish I’d disappear into thin air and never resonate as thought for him anymore.
As if I never existed.
Kai crooks his finger to lift my chin and I fight the urge to clamp my eyes closed so that he doesn’t suck the truth out of me.
But when I find his expression, he looks murderous. “Who do I need to kill?”
A broken scoff leaves my throat as I slowly rock my head. “No one. Maybe me.”
His brows clench. “What?”
“I…need to tell you something.” I feel his hold on me loosen again, as if preparing himself for the worst.
As if I’m about to shatter his resolve too, in one sentence.
“What is it?”
Just spit it out, Molly. If he doesn’t want anything to do with you, that’s on him. It takes two.
