Zach seethed, chest rising and falling. Fists clenched tightly.
“I want to be out of your life just as much as you want me out of it. All I need is a passport and money for a plane ticket. Then you won’t have to ever see me again.” Hot tears burned behind my eyes as we stared at each other. My stomach twisted into a knot as I waited with bated breath for his answer.
He went to the door and opened it. “Get what you want from the kitchen and have your shit ready to go at a moment’s notice.”
Why was he doing this? He should want me gone to get back to his life with his old lady.
“Zach, what about—”
“Just be ready,” he barked, slamming the door behind him.
13
Boxer
Aspen’s eyes teared up. “I want to be out of your life just as much as you want me out of it. All I need is a passport and money for a plane ticket. Then you won’t have to ever see me again.” Her words took the air out of my lungs.
Never see her again?
I couldn’t fucking do it as I stared at her beautiful face. As her emotions got the best of her, her eyes and nose turned red. I could tell she was fighting to keep in control. Fucking Lynx stood by her side, just dying to comfort her. I should get her the fucking passport and money. Wash my hands of her once and for all.
Fuck if my heart wouldn’t let me.
I opened the door. “Get what you want from the kitchen and have your shit ready to go at a moment’s notice.”
“Zach, what about—”
“Just be ready.” I slammed the door before I shook the hell out of her for making all my buried feelings resurface.
I stomped up the stairs, fuming. Who was I kidding? Nothing was buried. I just had been living day in and day out pining for her perfect ass. Pretending Libby was her because I couldn’t fucking let my Snow go.
Now she was here, and I didn’t know what the fuck I wanted. I went from hating her one second to nearly dropping to my knees, throwing my arms around her waist, and thanking her for coming back to me.
Fucking pathetic, right?
I needed some alone time, so I could clear my head. Maybe a nap would be good. I made it through the kitchen without being bothered. Yeah, some sleep would be perfect.
Fuck me if Misty wasn’t lingering around the stairs that led to the council’s wing.
“Boxer, baby. I was wondering where you were.”
“I was talking to Aspen.” I passed her, taking the stairs two at a time.
She followed. “Aspen? Your ex-girlfriend.”
Fuck, I didn’t need this right now. I whirled on her once I got to the landing. “Not now, Misty!”
She gasped, her eyes as big as saucers. “I just want to be with you.”
“Well, I don’t fucking want to be with you. Get. Gone.” I glared at her until she retreated back down the stairs.
I couldn’t deal with her neediness. What I did was none of her goddamned business. Just because she wanted me to be hers didn’t mean I wanted her back.
My fucking heart already belonged to someone else.
I burst into my bedroom and locked the door, shedding my clothes. I hissed from the pain in my ribs, easing into my bed. A power nap was all I needed, then I could function a little better.
Liar. You won’t be able to function until you’ve made your mind up about Aspen.