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I’d been planning on getting to the golf cart and driving that back to my house, but unadulterated rage is fueling my short journey.
Giving my wrath an outlet, I spin the wheels until I’m flying down the lane, the muscles in my arms burning while the shadows give me a place to hide. I’m sweating and breathing hard, desperate to put as much distance between me and Ellister as possible.
At the speed I’m going, it doesn’t take me long to get to my house.
It also doesn’t take long for me to be completely wiped out.
Leaving the wheelchair at the bottom of my porch steps, I strain to stand, my limbs shaking. Using my cane and the railing, I make it up the stairs and go inside.
The first thing I do when I get to my room is strip off my clothes. Anything from this day needs to be out of sight. Hell, I might even burn this outfit. If I wasn’t so tired, I’d take a shower to just scrub everything away, but I’m too exhausted.
Washing my face will have to be good enough.
After I remove my makeup, brush my teeth, and slip into my favorite baggy T-shirt and shorts, I lie down.
I just want to go to sleep and forget today ever happened, and part of me hopes for another blackout. Losing consciousness would be really convenient right now.
But I’m restless.
Before I got sick, I was a great sleeper. I’d be out as soon as my head hit the pillow, and I’d wake up in the morning refreshed. Another thing I took for granted.
In my new normal, I toss and turn and sweat my ass off.
Rolling over onto my stomach, I push the covers down because I’m too hot. I press my fingers to my forehead and cheeks to see if I’m coming down with another fever, but my skin isn’t warm. In fact, I’m all cold and clammy.
My heart is pounding, my nipples are rock-hard, and the place between my legs feels warm and puffy.
Damn it.
I want to forget about Ellister but, as usual, my body isn’t on board with my thoughts.
Much to my dismay, I keep reliving our kiss.
I’ve never had someone kiss me like that. Desperate. Rough. Hungry. The way he devoured my mouth, and the gruff sound of satisfaction he made when our tongues melded… it was the hottest noise I’ve ever heard.
That throaty groan echoes in my mind over and over again on a loop, and I remember how he bit my bottom lip right before pulling away. His teeth didn’t break the skin, but there was a startling part of me that wanted him to.
“Fuck,” I whisper into the dark, squirming as my body demands something I’m not willing to give it.
I could rub one out and be done with it, but I refuse to touch myself while thinking about that man. Not after he went straight to Faith.
By now, I bet he’s met with my dad. They talked numbers and signed some stuff. He’s probably gone.
Maybe Faith left with him. They could be getting to his place right now. Or maybe they couldn’t wait to be together, and they stopped at the motel in Asheville, and they’re tumbling around on a bed, naked—
Letting out a big sigh, I stare at the clock on my nightstand as I listen to the faint sound of the band still playing. It’s 8:58, so it’s probably the last song.
The party’s just about over. People will be leaving soon. Life will go back to normal—well, what normal is for me anyway—and Ellister will just be another person who passed through on the farm.
He doesn’t matter. He doesn’t.
As much as I tell myself that over and over, I can’t seem to believe it.
Suddenly, a tingle races down my spine, and I swear it’s the same feeling I always get when he’s close. I roll over to look toward the window, almost expecting to see him there.
Which is just silly.
Of course he’s not.
