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He releases my arm and drops onto one of the lounge couches facing the dance floor. He’ll be able to keep watching me from that vantage point.
Me and apparently whoever’s dumb enough to come near me.
???
17
Rhys
I end up giving Thayer and Nera a ride home after the night out at Baroque.
Bellamy left earlier in the night with Rogue and Sixtine ended up basically getting kidnapped by Phoenix.
He showed up, kicked off and started chaos, before eventually disappearing with her.
Thayer tried to run after them but I restrained her, one of my arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her back against my chest.
Fuck, that hold had felt good.
She fit perfectly against me, as if her shape was designed and carved to fit against mine like a puzzle piece.
She shoved me off and ripped me a new one for not letting her run after them, but Phoenix had business to take care of and it wasn’t her place to intervene.
Plus, the more he focused on Six, the more he’d leave Thayer alone.
I haven’t forgotten the way he previously inserted himself, ultimately leading to the bet between Devlin and I.
That fucking bet.
For the first time in my life, it’s not losing that I’m afraid of.
It’s the cost of losing.
Because there’s no way I’m letting Devlin near Thayer. If I so much as see him turn his head in her direction, I’ll have to blind him.
Permanently.
I shake my head. I sound just as fucking psychotic as Rogue. And I feel it too.
A week passes after Baroque and I know I’m running out of time. Some days, I feel like I’m so close to convincing her. Like if I was just to grab her and kiss her, she’d let me.
It takes everything in me not to because I know the decision needs to come from her.
But fuck, do I want to.
Other days, she gives me a cold shoulder chilly enough to freeze the entire Pacific ocean. On those days I want to fuck the stubbornness right out of her.
Then I’d fuck it back in, because it’s one of the things I like the most about her.
Today’s one of those days.
I’m putting away equipment while she completes her favorite drill – bleacher runs – when I hear a loud noise behind me, followed by a pained cry.
When I whip around, I find her sprawled halfway up the bleachers, hands clutching her ankle.
I’m across the field and clearing the steps three at a time before I can even process that I’ve moved.
