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“Listen,” I say, my voice desperate although I don’t know what I’m going to say to her. I just… I don’t know.
“I’m going to bed. It’s been a long day. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says without turning around.
“Wait,” I say, stepping forward, pinning her against the door with my body.
She’s so tiny that my whole body covers her, and her body, scorching hot against mine, is alive, pulsating with fury.
I don’t blame her.
I’ve acted like a crazy man tonight, and I would give her an explanation, except that I don’t have one. At least not one that I’m willing to admit to anyone.
“What am I waiting for, Kingsley?” she asks, her voice almost inaudible.
She doesn’t move, not even a muscle, but her scent still wafts up to my face. Her hair, floral and sweet.
And I resist, somehow—God, somehow I resist the urge to bury my face in it.
She tortures me with it every day, flipping it back and forth, piling it on top of her head, only for it to slowly break free fromthe confines of the messy bun to frame her face. I have to fight watching her all day, in case I won’t be able to stop myself from reaching out and brushing it off her face and sweeping it off her shoulder. Baring her skin for my lips.
“Look, I’m sorry. I… I know I acted like a jerk tonight.”
“You did. But why?” she asks, standing completely still, sandwiched between me and the door.
I scramble for an explanation. There isn’t a good one. Except the truth. And admitting that is suicide. “Drake Farmington is a jerk. You don’t want to have anything to do with him.”
“I can take care of myself, Kingsley. I’m a big girl,” she says, her hands coming up to brace against the door.
“Not against guys like Drake Farmington, you can’t. Luna, you don’t know what he’s like.”
She shakes her head, and fuck, it just makes her fragrance mix even stronger with the night air.
My head drops just another inch, getting closer to her. The string pulling me to her, growing tighter, tauter, seconds from snapping if I don’t give in.
Each breath becoming harder.
“So let me find out. It’s not your job to protect me, Kingsley.” She pushes her hands against the door, her back pressing against my front.
Heat streaks through every cell in my body.
Fuck.
“Let me go inside, Kingsley,” she chokes.
“In a minute. We have to finish talking,” I murmur against her shoulder.
“We’re done!” she shouts, a surge of adrenaline granting strength to her arms, and she pushes hard on the door.
My hands come down to slide around her body and pull her to me, and I hold tight as she struggles.
“Drake Farmington is a dog. If he could have, he would’ve fucked you right there. Is that the kind of guy you think you can handle? Luna? Huh?”
She struggles, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.
“At least he knows what he wants, Kingsley. At least I would know that he wants me,” she hurls at me, voice cracking with hurt, with a resentment I know I caused.
And it stops time.
My arms slacken and slide down her body.
