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“Not okay. They know my dad, Knox. They called him up and insinuated that I had a gambling problem—What excuse do I give when I show up on his doorstep? That my fucking bookie took all my money and I’m on the run til you fix it?” She moves stiffly past me.
I follow her into the bedroom and pull a suitcase from the depths of the closet. I toss it on the bed and throw clothes into it. She rushes me, pushing at my hands and taking clothes out until I grab her. I practically carry her over to the headboard, where those damn handcuffs are still attached.
“Knox.”
“Stop it,” I growl. I lock it around her wrist and dodge her swinging arm. I go back to packing. I zip it all up while she glares, and then, when the suitcase is by the door, I unlock her.
“You packed my toothbrush, didn’t you?”
I press my lips together.
She finds a spare toothbrush in the vanity and rips open the packaging. With a straight face, she brushes her teeth, washes her face. Strips out of her clothes until she’s down to panties.
My chest tightens.
When she puts on one of my shirts, I almost cave.
Almost say,never mind, I’ll refund the ticket. Put your shit back. Let you stay here.
But she’s too fragile. Too vulnerable.
“You were just in the hospital,” I say. “You were just in the hospital, Sunny. You can’t?—”
“You don’t know what I can and can’t do.” She’s not sad—she’s furious. Practically vibrating with anger. “And you’re sending me away? Benching me from this fight? How are you any better than my father?”
I stare at her. “Is this traumatic for you? Are you having flashbacks to being forced to quit hockey?” I laugh, but it’s fucking forced. I know how much quitting hockey killed her. Now’s not the time to throw it in her face, but I can’t seem to stop talking. After all, this isdifferent. “Jesus, Sunny, this is life or death, and you’re equating it to agame?”
She gets into bed. “What time is the flight?”
There’s this rift opening up between us. It’s practically visible.
“Seven,” I say slowly.
“Great.” She points. “Get the light.”
“Fuck off,” I snap. I grab the covers and yank them off the bed. “I’m not someone to just order around, Aurora.”
“And you think I am?” She stands again, poking me in the chest. “You think you can just buy me a plane ticket?—”
I catch her wrist. “Do you want me to get on my knees and beg for you to get on that plane?”
“That might’ve gone over better?—”
I kiss her.
To get her to shut up, yeah, but also because I don’t know what to do with all the emotions I’m dealing with right now. Hate and fear and worry and lust and the craziest of all, fuckinglove. I can’t love her and give her up at the same time. I can’t?—
I kiss her to get her to shut up and to get my brain to shut up.
She bites me.
I bite her back.
There’s blood on our tongues, smearing across our open mouths. It unlocks something. We tear at each other’s clothes, separating long enough to get our shirts over our heads. I tear her panties off with a delicious rip, my fingers cupping her pussy.
She’s soaked for me.
I turn her around and force her to bend, to hold herself on the dresser, and kick her legs wide. She groans when I thrust into her hard. Her tits swing, her whole body moves with the force of it. I hammer into her over and over, reaching forward and fisting her hair. I yank her head back.
