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Gasping, I shoot my hands out to steady myself before I land on the floor. “What the—”
“Why the fuck were you dancing with him?” Casper says, cutting me off with his controlled anger.
I spin around. Casper looks like he wants to destroy the entire universe. “Mason?”
“Don’t fucking say his name in front of me.”
I have so much to say, I don’t even know where to start. I want to say Mason’s name again and see what Casper does—see how far I can push before he explodes.
“Don’t do this shit. Get out of my way,” I snap, trying to pass him.
He must have assumed I would try to get away because he’s positioned himself by the door. This room is narrow, only big enough for a washing machine, so it’s tight, and I want out.
The door to the outside, to safety, will be locked given the break-ins. The only way out is past him. “Casper, move.”
“Are you trying to drive me to a breakdown?” he asks, and I think he’s actually being serious.
“Oh, I think you’re already there. Now let me go!”
“I can’t.”
I step back and bump into the washing machine. It’s a futile move really since we practically fill this room. There’s nowhere to go to get away.
“Stop,” I say, pressing my palm to his chest to prevent him from getting too close. “I’m going to scream this house down if you don’t tell me what you’re doing and what you’re thinking right now.”
His eye twitches, but he also knows I’m not playing here.
I’m done.
All this back and forth is going to give me an ulcer.
“Casper. I want the truth, or I swear I will walk away andneverlook back.”
He rakes his hand through his hair. “Watching you dance with another man was torture. I wanted to slam his fucking head into the fucking wall.”
I clear my throat. “That’s a bit much. I mean, Mason is a friend.”
“I never said it was rational. You asked for the truth, and that’s it. You won’t let another man touch you ever again.”
I drop my hand from his chest, and this time he respects my space by staying still.
“You have no right to make those demands. Bereallyspecific about what you want because trying to figure you out is drivingmeto a breakdown.”
For the first time ever, he looks completely lost. Wild eyes look around for a clue. His mouth opens, and I think he’s finally going to explain, but I’m met with more silence.
“You’re not sure what you want,” I say.
“When it comes to you, I don’t know anything. I have this…thing. I don’t know what it is, but it’s thereall the time, and I can’t get rid of it.” He shoves both hands through his hair this time and steps back, falling against the door.
“I have never been this fucking pathetic when it comes to a woman. I’m doing it all wrong and I have no idea how to fix it. You make me feel… just… God, I can’t even talk. It’s consuming me, and I fucking hate it. It makes me hate you.”
“Ditto,” I tell him. “One minute I’m happy and the next second I want to rip your head off. I think about you way too much, and I never know where I stand. I want to keep hating you, but something else keeps pulling me back, and that part is addictive. I don’twantto want you, but I do, and that pisses me off more than anything.”
Casper pushes away from the door and cups my jaw with his strong hand. “Fuck this.”
His mouth covers mine, and I sink into the kiss.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
