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Shocked, my eyes widen. “Toby would never hurt me. At least not physically. He has to be feeling like shit if he’s the reason why you can’t play the next game.”
“Normally, I’d agree, but...” He shakes his head. “Just please, leave him to calm down on his own.”
“Okay,” I whisper, but my heart hurts, wanting to go check on him. No matter what’s happened between Toby and me, he’s still my person. The one who knows me best. The one who I’ve spent practically every moment of my life with. To the point I was aware of how unhealthy it was, but didn’t care.
“I’ll give you a ride home, okay?”
I nod. “I’ll meet you outside. I was in such a rush to make sure everyone was okay, I forgot my hat back at my seat.”
“I can wait for you right here.” He furrows his brows.
“No. No, it’s fine. I’ll meet you out there.” Please just go. I look over at Bee who’s standing there with a pissy looking Jonas.
“Come on. We’ll wait with you. You can fill us in on whatever this is,” Bee tells her brother, giving us a pointed look.
He glares at his sister. He doesn’t look convinced, but nods anyway. “Alright. I’ll go warm up the Jeep and meet you out there.” He kisses my forehead.
I give him a small smile and turn to head towards the rink. Rounding the corner, I wait for a few seconds, my heart thundering painfully in my chest. When I poke my head around the corner to see they’re all gone, I rush back towards the locker room.
Wrinkling my nose as I step inside, I look around but don’t see Toby in the locker room. I do however hear the shower running.
When I step further into the locker room where all the showers are, I see Toby stepping out of a shower.
I stop and watch from the shadows as he dries himself off, drying his hair with angry movements. My gaze shamefully trails down his body, and I swallow hard when I see his cock hanging between his legs. It’s not hard but damn it, it’s big.
Shaking my head, I look away. Right now is not the time to be ogling my stepbrother. It’s a very serious moment.
But also, I’m not blind and his body is on full display. Kind of. Because he thinks he’s alone and I kind of just walked in here when I shouldn’t have.
Tucking my blonde waves behind my ear, I wait and watch as he gets dressed, throwing one of his clean jerseys on.
When I know it’s safe, I step closer. “Hey,” my voice comes out low, cracking with emotion.
His eyes snap up to mine. I almost don’t continue closing the gap between us, gasping when I see his left eye turning an ugly shade of purple. “What are you doing in here?” His voice comes off harsh, but I don’t let him scare me away.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” I hate how my voice wavers, but I keep moving towards him.
“If I’m okay?” he huffs out a harsh laugh, tossing his bag to the side. “Are you joking? No, Lilly, I’m not fucking okay. Do you know how much it fucking hurt to see you kissing that asshole!” he shouts, his chest heaving. “To see another man’s lips on yours?”
“He’s not an asshole.” I regret the words as soon as I say them.
His eyes flare with fire, and he takes a step closer. “Don’t you fucking defend him to me, Lilly,” he snarls.
“What do you want from me, Toby?” I ask, sounding defeated. “You want me to tell you we’re only friends? Because we are.”
“Sure as hell didn’t look like it. You kiss all your friends like that?” he scoffs.
I shake my head. “No. It was the fucking kiss cam!” I throw my hands in the air, feeling the need to defend myself. “It was on him and Bee. She’s got this thing with Jonas and didn’t want to kiss him. So, instead of him being embarrassed, I did it. I didn’t think it would be a big deal,” I lean back against the lockers. “I don’t know what else you want me to say.”
“That you're fucking mine! That the only man you're kissing is me!” he screams, stepping closer.
Angry tears fill my eyes, and my heart cracks open. “That's what I want, Toby. It’s what I’ve wanted for years. I want you! I love you! But you won’t fucking take me!” I yell back, getting in his face until we’re only an inch apart, so close that I can feel the hot air of his angry pants against my lips.
“You're mine, Little Flower,” he growls so low, it’s a deep rumble in his chest. “I’m done denying it, stopping myself from having you. You're my fucking girl. I don't care what anyone thinks. You are fucking mine.”
I shouldn’t give in. I shouldn’t let him win. But in this moment, I’m weak... so fucking weak. He’s saying all the things I’ve dreamt he’d say, and I don’t have it in me to step away.
“If I’m yours, Toby,” I whisper. “Then fucking take me.”
