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“We can’t, they’re locked—”
“Are they?” he asks, his eyes lighting up with amusement. “When was the last time you tried the doors, little dove?” he asks, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear before leaning in closer. “Because something tells me that you haven’t. You want to be here. You like being here. You like fucking me. You like tempting Mav. Hell, you even like fighting with Reid.
“You could have run, but you’re still here. Both of you are still here.”
I stare up at him, my heart pounding and my hands trembling.
He’s right. I know he is.
My eyes dart to the huge doors that lead outside and I remember trying them the day I found myself here alone.
It was locked then.
But I haven’t tried since.
Before I think better of it, I dart around JD and rush toward it.
The second my fingers wrap around the handle, I suck in a deep breath.
What if this is open?
What if JD is right and we’re not trapped here?
What do I do then?
Justice or freedom?
Or is there a way to have both…
My muscles tense as I tug the handle.
“Oh my God.” I gasp when the door opens easily, allowing the cool evening air to rush over my skin.
I act on autopilot, stepping out onto the deck, letting the last of the day’s rays warm my skin.
Closing my eyes, I turn my face to the sun and just absorb the feeling I didn’t realize I missed so badly.
It’s been two weeks since I’ve breathed in fresh air, and it’s… incredible.
I don’t realize I’ve moved until the rail presses against my stomach.
The sound of water drags my eyes down, and I gasp when the sight of Reid’s state of the art pool and hot tub clears before me.
My skin itches with the need to dive in, to feel myself cutting through the water, to be utterly weightless while we’ve got all this bullshit weighing me down.
Wrapping my hands around the railing, I have to physically stop myself from jumping over the edge.
I startle when a warm hand curls around my waist and a solid wall of muscle presses against my back.
I know who it is long before he speaks. Words have never really been necessary between us.
Leaning back, I rest my head against his shoulder as his arms wrap around me, holding me tight.
“Never thought I’d say it, but it looks beautiful from up here,” he whispers. It’s almost as if he’s scared talking too loudly will ruin it.
“Yeah. Shame it’s not the truth,” I muse, my eyes locked on the down and out town in the distance.
“Where’s your head at, Doll?”
