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An illegal one, I might add. She’s not supposed to be here. Paranoia prickles the back of my neck. If anybody knows, if anybody sees us together, I’m fucked. The only party that’s happy in this situation is my dick, and my dick is rapidly becoming greedy for more. I don’t just want a taste of Avery, I want all of her. All day. All night. For eternity.
But we don’t have eternity right now.
She goes into the bathroom and when the shower starts to run I heave myself out of the bed. Aside from my pacing and sporadic sets of push-ups, this has been the most exercise I’ve gotten since I checked into the hotel. My entire body vibrates from it. Who needs a gym when you can fuck the one girl you’re forbidden to fuck? I wonder if I could get twenty minutes a day with her as part of the terms of my release.Ha.
I slip my jeans on and sit down on the edge of the bed to catch my breath. My heart prepares itself for the inevitable wrench of watching her walk back out of here. I know I said I’d join her in the shower, but if I go in there, I’m going to fuck her again, and if I fuck her again, she’ll be here for that much longer… and we need to not be together in a place like this. It kills me to even contemplate having to be apart after we’ve just been reunited. But damn. She told me she loves me. I believe her. We can’t break this fragile bond before we’ve even started to be together. For the first time in my delinquent adult life, I’m actually starting to think sensibly about legal issues and how to get around them so Avery and I can be together without my ass getting arrested and hauled back to jail for breaking my bail conditions.
I’ve managed to get my jeans back on and I’m looking for my shirt in the rumpled sheets when I hear the slightest movement outside my hotel room. Probably just room service, but something about the way my skin breaks out into goosebumps tells me it’s more sinister than that.
Before I can move, the hotel room door bursts open.
The chain is still on, and the door actually comes off its fucking hinges, landing heavily in the space where Avery and I were standing just minutes ago. I’m slow to react. All those freshly fucked hormones make it impossible to think quickly.
It’s the cops—Elliot and Isobel. Guns drawn, like they’re expecting to find some real crime going down in my hotel room. I guess if that’s what they thought, they were right. It’s fucking criminal that I’m not having sex with Avery right now.
I put my hands in the air and roll my eyes. “You could’ve knocked.”
They’re barely looking at me, eyes sweeping over everything like they’ve never seen a hotel room before.
“Where’s Avery Capulet?” Isobel barks. “We know she’s here.”
I lower my hands as Elliot jerks his head toward the bathroom door. Isobel gives him a crisp nod. I feel like I’m watching a buddy cop movie, only nothing funny is going to happen when they interrupt Avery in the shower. Elliot reaches for the handle of the bathroom door and pushes it open.
The first thing I see is the tip of a gun.
Oh, no. Avery told me she’d used a gun. I didn’t stop to think that she still had it on her.
She comes out slowly, eyes narrowed, gun pointed toward the floor. She’s naked save for the towel wrapped around her midsection, her bare shoulders dotted with beads of water.
Suddenly, my heart is too big for my rib cage. It’s working on pounding its way out.Jesus, Avery. Pointing a gun at a couple of cops?
I don’t move a muscle. I don’t have to look over at these cops to know how tense they are—to understand how close this thing is getting to an actual standoff.
They seem drawn together by a larger force, the three of them, and it’s as if I’m forgotten, the only unarmed one in this strange gathering. Avery steps slowly out of the bathroom and backs toward me, putting herself between me and the cops. I want to throw my arms around her and kiss her. It’s misguided as fuck, what she’s doing. I’m not sure what her plan is, but defending me? Who’d have thought?
“Avery,” Elliot says, casual, like the two of them have run into each other at the bar. “You doing okay? I lost track of you at the cemetery earlier.”
The cemetery, no doubt, where her mom and sister are buried. Trips to that place have to be a mindfuck. And after what she told me, there’s no way she’s in a good frame of mind right now. Question is, how much more does it take to push her into actual insanity?
Where is the line?
What’s she going to do?
Sweat beads at my hairline. Avery’s teetering on the edge of madness. I tasted it on her lips and I heard it in her voice, and if she cracks now, with that gun in her hand....
I take a tentative step closer to Avery. I can stop this—I can reason with her. But I don’t want to startle her. Every move is a terrible decision to have to weigh up.
“Things aren’t great, Elliot.” It’s clear that for her, the high of being together has worn off...or it didn’t do enough to dull the tension in her mind. The pitch of her voice is a dead giveaway. “I don’t really know what to do.”
“I think it would be a good idea if you gave that gun to Isobel.” Elliot’s a cop, but he’s also a class act. He keeps his gun trained on Avery but his expression is placid. Calm. He doesn’t look like he’s about to shoot her.I hope.
“It’s all I’ve got.” Avery swallows hard. “I don’t have anything else to protect myself with.”
“You don’t need a gun to have a conversation. It’ll be better for everybody if you just step forward and put it into Isobel’s hand.”
I don’t know what black magic Isobel did, but she’s no longer holding her gun. She’s got a pair of empty palms to offer Avery and a smile that’s both stern and encouraging.
“I don’t want to let it go.” Avery’s hands shake, the light from the window catching in the polished metal of the gun. Her chin quivers next. Jesus Christ, if she bursts into tears now... “Listen, Elliot, I probably—I fucked up.”
