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I’ve spent one too many nights sitting in the shadows in the chair in the corner of the room watching her over the past few weeks. It was fine when she was unaware.
But she’s figured me out.
She knows I can’t put her behind me.
And last night proved she can’t move forward either.
Not without me.
Pushing her door open, I slip into the darkness and breathe in a deep lungful of air that’s laced with her scent.
I breathe a sigh of relief, but I don’t get to fully relax because when I look at the bed I find a wide pair of eyes staring back at me.
“Red, I?—”
29
ABIGAIL
“Elliot.” His name leaves my lips on a surprised whisper. “What’s wrong?”
Because I see it.
The tension on his face, the haunted look in his eyes.
“I… I needed to see you.”
“What happened to your face?” I sit up, pushing the sheet off my body. “You’re hurt.”
I should be mad at him—part of me is. But he’s here and he’s hurt, and my head loses the war to my heart because before I can stop myself, I’m up out of bed, crossing the room to him.
“Elliot, what happened?” My fingers trace the wicked looking bruise along his cheekbone, the dried blood on his lip.
“It’s nothing.” He tries to move my hand away, but I swat at him.
“It’s not nothing. You were fighting.”
“I was burning off some steam. I’m fine, I promise.”
“You’re a terrible liar, Elliot Eaton.” I smile as he flinches at my touch. “I have a first aid kit in the bathroom. Sit.”
He lets me tug him over to the bed without any resistance. When he drops down onto the edge and stares up at me, my heart flutters wildly in my chest.
Something has changed between us, and I can’t deny that I’m finding it harder and harder to resist the tug I feel toward him.
Especially now that I know how addictive his touch can be.
But I’m still not sure he feels the same. He feels something, I know that. I know it deep down in my soul.
I just don’t know if it’s enough.
Not when he’s been dating Lauren Winrow.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, hurrying to fetch the first aid kit. But when I return, Elliot tugs the small green pouch from my hands and drops it behind him on the bed.
“What are you—” He slides his hand up the back of my thighs and draws me between his legs.
“Just give me a minute.” Dropping his head to my stomach, he inhales a deep breath.
