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He scratches his jaw and looks me up and down. “But then again, maybe you like going out with assholes. Guys who cheat on you. Guys who don’t put you first.”

Then he comes even closer to me. I’m so stunned by what he’s saying that I don’t even protest when he splays his palms on the counter on either side of my body and hangs over me.

“Is that what you want from life, Blue? A guy who doesn’t care about you. A guy who doesn’t do anything and everything to be with you,” he whispers. “You should thank me. I did you a favor. I saved you.”

His whispered words are causing a ruckus in my chest. Can whispers do that? Aren’t they supposed to be soft? How can they do mean things to my heart, then?

“The only thing you need to save me from is you,” I whisper.

His features rearrange themselves into something even more unreadable. Something hard like granite and sharp like glass before he rasps, “Believe me, I’m trying.”

A pain shoots up in my chest and I realize it’s my heart.

Maybe it’s bleeding. Maybe the butterflies that he created in me a long time ago are slashing it with their savage wings.

In love, you bleed forever.

I wonder if in hate, you bleed forever too.

Somehow, my hands move. They uncurl from around the marble edge and I put them on his chest. With all my strength, I try to push him away, but he stays put. “Then try harder. Leave me alone.”

I don’t want to bleed.

“Leave you alone, huh?”

“Yes. You said if I stayed out of your way, you’d stay out of mine. You promised.”

“But you’re not out of my way, are you, Blue?” he throws in, his palms still on either side of me. “You broke into my room in the middle of the night. It’s a felony, remember? You broke the law to be in my way.”

I fist his shirt, every bone, every muscle in my body throbbing with fear and with something else I can’t name. “Do you want to know why I broke the law to break into your room? Because I’m tired and I’m exhausted and I don’t know what else to do. I don’t know where to go, who to talk to. I don’t want to dress up for a date and have you ruin it over and over.”

I push at his chest again as I continue, “I came here to be in your way because I want you to leave me alone. I came here because I want you to keep your promise. You were right. This town already has its bully and it’s not me. I don’t want it to be me. I don’t want to be like you. I don’t want you to consume me. I don’t want you in my thoughts. And I’ll do anything, anything at all including tolerating your presence for a while if it sets me free for good. Do you understand that?”

I watch something crackle over his face. Dangerous and hot.

On fire.

The flames of which radiate outward and lick my body.

“Anything, huh?”

A tremble passes through me at his low, criminal tone. A tone that’s darker than his eyes, those thick eyelashes. Darker than the midnight velvet strands of his hair.

Zach’s eyes drop down to my lips.

My mouth is throbbing like my feet. Maybe his stare has the power to bruise it.

His gaze slides down along my throat and settles on my breasts, the throb sliding down, too.

Before I can even form words, Zach shifts. His hands wrap around my waist and he orders, “Spread your legs.”

“What?”

Looking back into my eyes, he shakes his head once. “You want me to stay away from you, don’t you? You want me to keep my promise? And you’ll do anything for it?”

Is he… implying what I think he’s implying?

When I keep looking at him with a frown, he squeezes my waist hard. Harder than I had anticipated, and I whimper.


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