Page 22 of Traitor


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Silence fills the car. It's deafening. The world is so still, it's like it's stopped. Nothing else exists outside these four doors.

"L- Love?"

"Don't be stupid, Echo."

He winces, "That was one of the last things I thought before I sent the text; I'm so fucking stupid."

"I wish I could disagree."

I'm being a dick. This is why I didn't want to talk. I'm not in any state to have this conversation, and neither is he.

"Why are you treating me like this?"

"Because you scared the shit out of me, Echo!" I slam the steering wheel, honking the horn accidentally and causing Echo to jump. My head turns to face him, "And I feel sick to my stomach that I'm mad at you, but I'm fucking jealous."

"Maybe now you understand how I felt for two years"

"Shut the fuck up, Echo."

I'm shaking so hard. I need to calm down before we can go anywhere.

"I wasn't going to do anything with him,"

It isn't until Echo speaks that I realize he's leaned over, hand placed on my thigh.

"I can't do anything with anyone."

I don't think he knows it's there as he plays with my jeans.

"For some fucking reason my cock only responds to you."

I continue to ignore him.

"Even now," he says, hand wandering upward, "I should want anything but, yet my dick still wants you." His hand reaches it's destination, skimming over my growing bulge.

"Tell me no," His hand applies more pressure, "Tell me you don't want me."

"Is that what you think? I could never lie to you."

"You didn't seem to want me when you were getting all Cozi."

"God, you're dumber than I thought if you really believe that, Echo Vasilyev."

"What else am I supposed to believe?"

It feels wrong to take advantage of this situation, neither of us is in any state to have this conversation. Neither of us is in any state to do anything. But if the options are this talk or sex, then I guess I need to pull my cock out.

"Shut the fuck up, Echo."

"You keep saying that, but you're not doing anything about it."

The message is clear from the glint in his eye: make me.

"Oh, now you want me to take charge."

He rolls his eyes, "If you think that's what's happening, you're sorely mistaken."

He doesn't say more, but he doesn't have to. I'm done talking.

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