For a split second, I thought he might touch me again, that he might decide to put me in my place.
He didn’t.
If I was honest, I wasn’t sure I wanted him to. I needed time away from him to process the fact that he was back and everything he’d just said.Her death was inevitable.I couldn’t do that as long as my mind was clouded by lust—or whatever this was.
“You’re wrong,” he said as he walked past me and opened the door. “You’ll always need me.”
My heart fell to my stomach.
He stopped in the open doorway, standing with his back to me. “Just like I’ll always need you.”
My mind was screaming as I watched him walk away and disappear around the corner. Defeat settled over me as I closed the door to the studio then slid down the wood all the way to my butt. I wanted to see how far I could push him, and I ended up shoving him right out the door.