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He pales at my glare that must say, ‘I’ll fuck up your face right here and now,’ then focuses back on Bran.
“Yeah. Go ahead.”
Nolan gives him another uncertain look before he nods and walks away without a sound like a fucking creep.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Bran snaps, and although his voice is firm and low, I revel at watching the cracks in his control.
That’s it. Break for me, baby.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I stride toward him, unable to resist his gravitational presence. “I came to see you since you didn’t bother to answer my texts or calls.”
“That was answer enough. I had no desire or intention of getting in contact with you. As I previously told you. We are done.”
“As I previously told you. In your fucking dreams.” My voice lowers as I stand toe-to-toe with him, caging him against the counter.
His heat penetrates my skin and melts away the ice that’s been enveloping me since he’s been out of my sight.
God damn.
I missed his comforting heat and that look in his eyes. Maybe the reason I’ve been on that high longer than usual is because I didn’t have him. He has a way of grounding me, pulling me down when I go up.
Since he came into my life, I haven’t gone on self-destructive sprees—except the last few weeks.
In the past, I couldn’t care less about whether or not I survived the violence and the mayhem. Now is different.
Now, the thought of being without him terrifies me. Death terrifies me because it would take me away fromhim.
I’m never leaving him again. Not even if I have to inhale pills and turn into the zombie I despise for it.
Bran crosses his arms over his chest, not giving an inch as his features freeze into cold indifference, but I don’t miss the clench in his jaw.
“Can’t take no for an answer? Pathetic.”
“Then I’m pathetic. Who fucking cares? Oh, wait. You do.”
He releases cruel laughter that’s so uncharacteristic of him. He’s an asshole, but never mocking. Condescending, but not evil. “If you think I ever cared about you, then you’re sorely mistaken. It was justphysical, remember? Like how you fucked me against the tree and left without a look back, then proceeded to threaten my brother’s whole future because of your nonsensical pride.”
My molars grind together and I have to bite my tongue to keep from shouting that he’s mine and he needs to deal with it.
But how dare he?
How fuckingdarehe say it was just physical?
He and I were never justphysical, not the first time I kissed him or the last time I fucked him or anytime in-between. And heknowsthat.
He better well fucking know that and just be trying to summon the asshole energy in himself.
“Your brother’s wrist is just fine,” I grit out.
Now,thatgets him pissed. And I mean fucking shaking pissed. Red blotches cover his pale skin and his eyes turn a shade darker, nearly shooting laser beams at my face.
That’s it, baby. Show me the side no one else sees.
He uncrosses his arms and jams his index finger against my chest, and is it wrong that I’m loving his touch even if he’s nearly boiling over with rage?
“That’s not the fucking point!”
“Then what is?”
