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“I haven’t killed you yet, because first I want to see your face whenever she says what she was thinking of saying to you just now. And then I want to bite you so you die slowly and feel every second of it.”
Jordan’s mouth opens and shuts, but no sound comes out. His face is really red now.
My insult is forgotten. All I can do is stare at my gorgeous basilisk breezing back into my life like he’s never even been gone.
I round on him. “How dare you!” I shove him. Hard.
He barely moves.
I shove him again and he just stands there, presumably watching me through those goddamn glasses.
“How dare you be here all along and never let me see you! How could you?”
I can hardly see through the tears blurring my gaze. I do notice Jordan drop to the floor. My dickhead date quickly disappears with no regard for whether I’m OK.
I throw myself against Erserro uselessly over and over.
Finally, he grips my arms and pulls me against his chest. “I’m sorry, flower. I couldn’t stand by and watch him insult you like that. Even though I know you can handle it.”
I stare at him. “You were watching?”
He looks a little abashed. “I might have been.”
“For how long?”
He’s silent.
“For how long, Erserro?”
“I never stopped. I couldn’t stay away.”
My mouth falls open. “They told me you weren’t in the country. You never answered my calls and messages.”
He shakes his head. “I told everyone that. I didn’t want you to have to worry about me. I thought you were happy.” He grimaces. “Happier. Getting there at least.”
“How could you think that?” I sob. “Were you happy?”
I hear his sigh rattle through his chest. “Not for a single moment. How could I be happy knowing I had caused you so much pain? How could I be happy when I saw you every day and couldn’t touch you? Couldn’t hold you?”
“At least you saw me.”
“Did you really want to see me after what I did?”
I lean back, looking up at him, searching for his eyes beneath the dark glass. “Are you crazy? Of course I did. I do.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t deserve it.”
I growl with frustration. “Too bad. What about what I want, what I deserve? Besides, don’t be stupid, I think a prickly mess might be exactly what you deserve.”
He strokes my face, then slides his thumb under my chin to make sure I’m looking up at him. “Oh, my thorny flower. You’re not a mess. But you are prickly. And I do deserve that.”
I sniff, wiping where I expect my mascara is messed beneath my eyes. “I can’t believe you thought I could be happy dating those pricks! I only did it so you’d let me find you.”
He gapes at me. “You what?”
I smile through the tears. “I thought you’d let your guard down and come back if it looked like I’d moved on. Turns out all I had to do was let one fuckboy try to insult me and here you are.”
He shakes his head. “All this time?”
