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He takes another hit of the joint and then passes it my way. My head is already in the clouds, and I’ve still got a dumbass grin on my face. I wave it away, but Stavros just shakes his head, grinning as he pushes it toward me.
With a sigh, I relent, taking another hit I don’t need. As I exhale, I dimly realize Stavros is suddenlywaycloser to me—like, so close that his body is almost touching mine as I sink against the bricks at my back.
“Whoa, Stavros…”
“C’mon, Callie,” he growls quietly. His hands go to either side of me, flat to the wall, boxing me in as my pulse jumps. “What are we doing?”
I smile nervously. “I think we’re going back inside. I’m getting cold.”
He just smiles, shaking his head. “You know what I mean. We keep dancing around this…thisthingbetween us.”
Shit.
I clear my throat uncomfortably. “Look, Stavros …you’re a great guy. You know that. And I like hanging out with you, but…”
“It’s afake fucking marriage, Callie,” he growls, his eyes narrowing at me. “And c’mon. Castle? You know the guy is out there doing whoever he wants. Why should you have to play the faithful card while he doesn’t?”
“It’s…” I shake my loopy head, blinking unsteadily as the high escalates. “I…it’s not like that.”
“Callie,” Stavros breathes. I flinch when he sinks heavily against me, pinning me to the wall with his body.
“Stavros, stop—”
“You know how I feel about you, Callie,” he murmurs darkly. “And you have to know what you fucking do to me.”
I tense, the whine in my head growing louder and throbbing harder at the base of my skull. A pressure starts to grow, and my thoughts begin to circle and spiral.
Fuck.Fuck fuck fuck.
I’m having an anxiety attack.
“Stavros, I need to go inside—”
“Feelwhat you do to me, Callie,” he groans. I wince, my breath catching and the anxiety mounting as he pushes his body against mine. I can feel his erection. But unlike with Castle, where the feel of him wanting me makes me burn with desire and ache with need, when Stavros grinds into me, all I feel is sheer panic.
“Stavros,please—”
“Let me worship you, Callie,” he murmurs, totally heedless of the way my eyes are unfocused and darting left and right; of the way my breath is catching in my throat as I struggle to fill my lungs; of the way my whole body is pulled tight as a drum as the panic and anxiety roar though my head.
“Stop…”
“Callie,” he growls as his hand grips my hip. Suddenly, he slides it lower. I want to scream. I want to hit him in the face or knee him in the balls.
But I can’t. I’m frozen. I’m unable to move or talk at all as the anxiety explodes into a full-on attack.
Stavros groans as he pushes against me, taking my silence as consent. His hand grips the hem of my short-short dress, and my vision starts to darken at the edges as he begins to lift it while leaning close, his breath hot in my face.
“Fuck, Callie,” he growls. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long…”
He moves in closer to kiss me as his hand drifts higher up my thigh.
And then suddenly, he’s not anywhere close to me. Because he’s flying through the air and slamming down onto the sidewalk with a groan.
My eyes go wide as I whip my head around, my mouth falling open in an “O” shape as I find myself staring right into Castle’s lethally sharp blue eyes.
His teeth are bared. His shoulders seem even bigger than usual, like they’re flexing so hard they might rip his dress shirt. There’s a fierceness etched into his face as he lances his gaze right through me, eviscerating me.
“Castle, I—”
