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A warm body connects to mine as Prescott leans against the counter, glaring at the guy.
The bartender takes a step back, a scowl appearing between his brows. “What’s your problem, dude? We were just talking.”
“Well, go talk to somebody else,” Prescott slurs, his arm wrapping around my middle. “She’s taken.”
“Okay, buddy. I think this is enough,” Spencer mutters as he pulls Prescott off of me, giving me an apologetic smile. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”
Prescott tries to pull out of Spencer’s grasp. “I’m not going anywhere. Not as long as she’s here.”
I turn around and glare at him. “Are you shitting me right now?”
“Don’t give me that look, doll,” Prescott points at me, swaying on his feet. “I’m not letting you flirt with this dumbass.”
“I’m not flirting with anybody, not that it’s any of your business.”
“Jade, please…” He reaches for me, his fingers brushing against my cheekbone. I close my eyes as a shiver runs down my spine, my stomach clenching.
It’s not fair the effect he has on me even after everything that has happened.
I can’t keep onhurtinglike this.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I face him and force the words out. “You should go home, Prescott.”
He shakes his head. “Not without you.”
“Just go home, Wentworth.” Grace joins our little group, throwing her arm around me protectively as she glares at him.
Prescott ignores her completely, those dark, bottomless eyes staring into mine the whole time. “Jade?”
I should tell him to go and leave me alone.
Just like he left me.
I should tell him he has no right to demand anything of me.
I should, but I don’t.
“C’mon, let’s get you home.”
Grace lets out a sigh, “You don’t have to do this.”
“It’s fine. I’m going home anyway, and this way, Spencer can drop me off.” I give her a squeeze. “Text me when you get back home?”
Grace nods, and we make our way out to the parking lot. Prescott refuses to take the front seat, so we huddle in the back of Spencer’s jeep, his head falling on my shoulder the moment the doors are closed.
The drive back to the apartment is quiet, my heart thundering in my chest at Prescott’s nearness. I look down, only to find his eyes closed, lips slightly parted as he breathes.
Unable to resist it, I brush his hair away from his face, feeling that ache inside me grow. It’s been so long since we’ve been close like this, and I missed this. I missed him, dammit.
He’s not yours,I remind myself.He asked you to leave.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take long before Spencer pulls the car in the parking spot and gets out.
I try to pull back without waking Prescott, but his eyes snap open the moment I move an inch, and he grabs my wrist. “Don’t leave.”
“You can’t keep on doing this, Prescott.”
“I know, but…”
