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“I can’t right now,” I tell him, pushing against his arm and stepping back out of his embrace. “Can I have my clothes, please?”
He frowns at me holding the bikini top against my breasts to cover them. I don’t bother tying it since I’m planning to change, but if I leave myself exposed to him, he’ll just keep trying.
He doesn’t offer my clothes, and that annoys me, so I grab them out of his hands.
Thatannoyshim.I can see it in the way his powerful jaw tightens. His eyes seem to darken as he straightens, looking down at me from his full height.
My tummy flutters, more with nerves than interest, though there is an unwanted whisper of that, too. He shouldn’t look so good when he’s looking so menacing, but a familiar wave of fear washes over me, reminding me how he used to be.
Things got a lot better once I let him fuck me, but I didn’t think if I turned off the sex faucet even temporarily, he would start being an ass again.
Maybe that was naïve.
He’s been an ass to every single girl he has ever been with. Did I really think I wouldn’t get glimpses of that side of him, too?
Right now, he looks like the Landon that broke into my house, so I don’t even want to look at him.
“I’m going to change,” I murmur, turning and heading for the bathroom.
I hate that I walk fast, slightly worried he’ll chase me.
Beyond that, worried that if he chases me, he’ll catch me, and if he catches me…
It shouldn’t be like that when we’re basically together, should it?
As soon as I get inside the bathroom, I shut and lock the door.
Then I have a moment of clarity where I feel really icky about feeling the need to do that when the guy I’m trying to keep out is practically my boyfriend.
I haven’t thought of Landon as my boyfriend because he can’tbemy boyfriend. But he’s as close as he could possibly be.
What if this whole thing was a mistake?
Hannah’s words about not ignoring red flags reverberate through my mind, but I tell myself to just relax. I’ll change into my dress, give him a minute to cool down, and then we can enjoy our smoothies and watch TV together for a bit.
But when I emerge from the bathroom, Landon is nowhere to be seen.
I frown as I look around the living room, outside by the pool, then I make my way to the kitchen. Both of our smoothies are on the counter, but Landon is gone.
Finally, not really believing he actually left, I go to the door so I can peek outside. The sight of his car will de-escalate the situation in my mind. I’m sure he just went upstairs, or to the room he hangs out in downstairs, or…
I’m honestly expecting that, so my jaw literally drops open when I step out on the landing and see his car is gone from the driveway.
He left.
He actually fucking left.
I swallow, trying to ignore the sick, anxious feeling twisting in my stomach.
My first impulse is to grab my phone and message him to ask where he went and, frankly, if he’s fucking serious. We weren’t evenfighting, I just mildly annoyed him by not wanting to have sex right now because I’m at the tail end of my fucking period and I felt too awkward explaining that. But I shouldn’thave toexplain why I don’t want to have sex.
In the end, I decide, fuck it.
I don’t message him.
I go to the kitchen and transfer our two smaller glasses of smoothie into a big-ass cup with a taller straw just for me.
Fuck him.
