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I’m done with her pettiness and her griping. I brought her here to get it all out, to divulge her soul into the air without anyone else interrupting, to savour every last confession that fell from her lips, and I will not return to that house with us anything less than united.
We’re tied together now, whatever that means and whatever that entails. She’s mine and she’s damm well going to get over it. Gripping her by the back of her neck, I hold her leather-clad wrist in my hand before she even waves the proverbial red flag at the bull.
“Stop hiding behind that as a fucking excuse,” I hiss. “You’re better than that.”
Her nostrils flare as she sucks in a breath, my dick already hard and pressed against the side of her thigh. If she notices, she doesn’t comment, too tied up with the war of emotions that flutter across her beautiful features.
“You’re fucking stuck with me, stop pretending you’re unhappy about it.”
It’s a good job I’ve got hold of her hand, because for the longest moment, I can imagine the crack of her skin against my face, the heat that bloomed after, and the way the sound would echo in this huge empty building. The wind howls outside as we stay there, my fingers digging in either side of her neck as her gaze bores through me, her irritation once again simmering,
“I’m not leaving here until you’ve said everything you need to say. You can’t walk around holding this in.”
“I can, and I will.”
She doesn’t say it, but I can practically hear the words rolling from her tongue, her venom hissing in my face. But the words never come, and instead, she continues to glare at me as if she can create actual bodily harm just by thinking about it.
“If it’s not me then who is it?” I ask.
If she doesn’t want to be with me then she must want someone else, surely?It’s me.
“You’re so fucking pent up I can feel it.” The attraction that buzzes in the air. “Only, Leo was happily cosied up with my brother when I left… and Wyatt? Well, sure, he’d kiss you and tell you all sorts of sweet things, but, sugar, he sure as shit isn’t getting dirty for you.”
Oh no, he called me in for that one.
Her silence is pronounced, her glare only slightly less, since she clearly knows I’m right.
“Come play in the mud with me,” I say, leaning closer to her ear and whispering, “You might like it.”
“Whatever,” she clips, rolling her eyes, her anger still simmering beneath the surface, but there’s something more beneath it, a desire that she’s not willing to admit to.
“You were the one talking about mirrors and partners and trust. How can we have any of that with you holding shit in all the time?”
“Because clearly, you’re mister up front.” She scoffs, attempting to turn her head away but is unable to do so.
“I told you, sugar, that’s been and done. I can’t change it. You’ve got the reasoning, you’ve got the apology, now you’re the one who’s got to let it go.”
“And I thought I was the one training in psychology.”
“I don’t need to know how your brain works for this one,” I reply, gently squeezing either side of her neck.
Her eyes flutter inadvertently. A movement I’m sure she wasn’t planning on doing as a shiver of anticipation ripples over her body, her nipples peaking between us. I wasn’t looking, not intentionally, but how could I miss them?
She can deny this all she wants, but her body doesn’t lie.
Two bangs echo through the room, someone’s fist on the door.
“That’s our five-minute warning.”Maybe I’m not going to get that admission after all.
Releasing her, she shuffles back, climbing off my lap like that never even happened. The loss of her heat, her weight pressing against me, is a tangible thing, and I’m not sure why, but disappointment settles in my stomach.
I gave her what she needed, she just isn’t ready to accept it.
“Just because I’m attracted to you doesn’t mean that I want to be stuck with you,” she replies, rubbing her wrist. “But I guess that means I’m nearly free,” she says, attempting a smile but failing.
“Yeah,” I agree, standing. “Do you want a lift back to the car?” I ask. “What with the lack of footwear and everything.”
“Yeah, sure, that would be great,” she admits.
