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“Panting is breathing. Moaning is breathing. Screaming is breathing.”
I dip my head so he can’t see my lips parting, then immediately scowl at myself. What am I doing?
I’m getting out of here. I have to.
What he’s saying isn’t possible. It’s not. I can’t just go be with Reece for a weekend.
I can’t just gobe.
Locating the wire cutters, I cradle them between my hands, mindlessly stroking the rubber handles.
I can never justbe. Like Reece said, I’m always someone—someone else. Never me—this me that I desperately wish I could be.
I want to trust Reece. I want to spend time with Reece. I want to be the person he believes I am.
But he’s right. I don’t allow myself to.
Awkwardly fitting the wire cutters to the zip tie at my wrists, I crush the handles together until there’s a loudsnip.
The sound makes me flinch. Or maybe it’s not the sound, maybe it’s the feeling it represents: freedom, in its simplest form.
I cut the one at my ankles next, the same visceral reaction washing over me.
What’s so pressing at the resort that I have to rush right back to? Nothing. No one.
So, what if I did? What if I allowed myself to justbe? If ever there was a time I could give it a try, it’s now.
Shedding the robe altogether, I shove a baggy outfit over my bikini, then make my way up to Reece.
The wire cutters up to his throat, I tell him, “If you fuck me over in any way, I’ll sever your carotid artery.”
Unconcerned, he shakes his head, one of the sharp tips digging a white line into his skin. “Using wire cutters?”
Falling into the passenger seat, I shrug. “It’ll get bloody.”
My new weapon goes into the pocket of my hoodie.
“It usually is with you.”
He wipes his nose and shows me his blood-coated fingertips.
“You abducted me.”
“You broke up with me!” he says just as defensively as if the two are remotely comparable.
I take a huge breath, then another. We’ve been over this. We weren’t together.
My eyes wander to his left hand wrapped around the steering wheel, to the ring specifically.
We were something though. Something that definitely pulled us…nottogether, but closer.
We were closer.
The closest I’ve ever felt to anyone.
“So where are we going?” I ask to change the subject.
“You’re coming?”
