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Feeling a fresh fire bristle in my chest, I pushed at his, feeling the smooth leather under my palms.
“Put myself in that position? You put me in that position.”
I jumped down from the counter and tried to clear the bathroom, but he was on my heels, grabbing my wrist.
“Like fuck I did.”
Spinning around, I glared up at him and pushed again.
Pushing him felt akin to pushing a large STOP button.
“You put his cut on me and sent me into his arms. That was your fault.”
Towering over me, he caught my other wrist and pulled me closer.
“The cut was to protect you. I never told you to walk over and let him grope you all fucking night. Or to let him put his hands under your shirt and feel your tits. I never once said to do that.”
“So you were watching.”
His smirk landed somewhere in my stomach, but it was like a belly flop. All wrong and potentially lethal.
“Yes, and you were watching me, Daisy. Round and round we go in this fucked-up circle once again.”
I hated this. I hated him. I hated that he was right.
“What do you want from me, Killian?”
His glare softened the smallest bit before hardening again.
“I want you to stop being a complication. You’re a flicker in my peripheral vision, a glare, a goddamn floater that corrective lenses would fix. I want to erase you.”
Oh…
I couldn’t even?—
Killian stepped closer. “But…I also want to wrap your soul around mine, feel the beat of your heart in my neck as I breathe, and carry you with me everywhere I go, all at the same fucking time.”
Inhaling a silent breath, I stared up into his emerald gaze. Silence passed between us. What he’d said would be just another secret added to the pile. It would be another pebble added to the rubble that was our fucked-up dynamic. Whatever this was…it was impossible, irrelevant.
In the end, Killian would never be mine, and I would move on. I’d get an apartment outside of the club. I’d get a job somewhere else, and I would meet someone new. He’d become nothing but a memory, and I’d be better for it.
Speaking soft but stern, I muttered. “I’ll be out of your life in a week.”
We were in the bedroom now, and I couldn’t stand the eerie way the firelight reflected in the room, so I clicked on the small lamp and began picking up the few random articles of clothing I had on the floor.
Killian stood silent near the door.
Ignoring him, I folded the small pile of clothes and set them back in my suitcases, which were in the walk-in closet. A few of my jackets and dresses were tossed over the bars because I didn’t have hangers yet.
“What the fuck is this?”
I peered out of the closet, seeing Killian lifting the edge of my mattress with his boot.
“My bed, why?”
It was made, why was he looking at it weird?
His brows crinkled as he continued to inspect my sleeping space. “But why is it on the floor?”
