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But nothing compares to the way I despise her now. The sight of her touching Eve, kissing her, putting her treacherous mouth on a body that doesn’t belong to her, makes me murderous.
My jaw pops from how hard I clench it when my cock pulses at the memory. I don’t like the bitch, but seeing Eve like that, free and reckless for once, was so damn beautiful, I couldn’t help but want to lose myself with her, even just for a moment.
Despite all that, I still refuse to let Nikki get hurt on my watch. I couldn’t live with myself.
The yard is pandemonium.
Cars are spilling from every direction as kids, probably too young to have been here in the first place, take off before they can get caught. People are laughing and stumbling, keys are being tossed from hand to hand, dust is filling the muggy air and with every second that passes, the need to run back to her burns me.
“Pyro!” I deflate at the familiar voice. Thank fucking hell. My eyes find Kon’s across the yard as he charges toward me like a raging inferno, ready to explode. “Where is he?”
Panic is building in my chest and seeing the frantic look on my friend’s face makes it so much worse.
He knows.
He knows how bad this is.
I shake my head, and when he gets close enough, I shove Nikki into his unwelcoming chest. “I’ll find Chase. I need you to handle her.”
Kon glares down at the blonde who’s shrinking away from him. His bearded jaw clenches and I can see the no forming on his lips, but I’m already backing away, my eyes flitting toward the house once more.
“Please, Kon.” I run a hand through my hair, shooting him a quick look. “Please just do this for me, man. Just make sure everyone out here gets home safe.” I fish my credit card from my wallet and absently toss it at him. “Call Ubers if you have to.”
He throws it right back. “I’ll take care of it.”
His gaze snaps to the old farmhouse where people are still spilling out. Lights are flashing through the windows, strobes of white and reds and blues that feel all too familiar, making my knees buckle.
Seeing the house like this, people scattered everywhere, dust clouding the air, the lights…
It’s too much.
“Make sure you find Olive, too, Pyro. Make sure they both get home, okay?”
I bob my head, watching as Kon practically forces Nikki into the back of his truck. Two more women who are clearly wasted, see her and scream in excitement before diving into the backseat with her.
Content that she’s no longer my problem, I charge back to the house, dodging drunk teens and strangers with every step. My boots slam against the porch and the second my hand wraps around the door handle, the screen is kicked open.
My best friend stares at me with wide, terrified eyes. My eyes rake down his frozen body and land on the tiny girl lying motionless in his arms.
He swallows thickly and his blonde hair falls into his face as he mutters the last word I want to hear right now.
“Help.”
Nerves race down my spine as I pull up in front of the old house. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it’s not to see everything perfect and still, just like it always is.
Climbing from my bike is the last thing I want to do right now, but the overwhelming need to see Eve with my own two eyes, to make sure she’s okay, to apologize for everything that happened last night, outweighs everything else.
I take the three steps in one long stride, not letting myself falter when I get to the door, or the living room. I don’t stop moving, I don’t even breathe, until I’m at her bedroom door.
But that’s where I freeze, falling powerless once more.
Because this is the exact door frame I stood in last night as I watched Eve slip that pretty little summer dress over her head and find a piece of herself she never knew she lost.
It’s the doorway I stood in as the ugly words writhed in my head, telling me I wasn’t enough, wasn’t worthy of her time, her body, her heart. As the whispered secrets glided across my skin like a lover’s caress, reminding me of all the fucked up shit I did to put us in that position in the first place.
My fault.
You left.
