This wasn’t good.
I kept telling myself I didn’t want her.
Didn’twantto want her.
But for some unexplainable reason, telling myself I didn’t want her wasn’t enough anymore.
And if I was being honest, I was beginning to need her.
How was it possible to need someone who is so fucking unavailable to you? How can you desire someone so much when you don’t even know what they taste like?
It beat the hell out of me.
But it was happening.
Chapter Thirteen
Cadence
I’d done a stupid thing.
It was a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon, but I wanted the sun to fall from the sky and end us all in a fiery Hell.
I gripped my steering wheel as I made my way closer to Fayetteville.
I’d done areallystupid thing.
After my phone call with Damien yesterday, I decided to talk to Elijah and tell him I was going home to support my best friend. But when he got to the house after work, he’d been in a bad mood and basically… I chickened out.
I wasn’t proud of it, but it was the truth.
He exuded this whole ‘I’m not in the mood for anything’ aura, and I didn’t want to fight with him.
So, instead of being the adult I claimed to be, when he went into the office to clock a few extra hours, I packed my bags and left without a word.
I hit my head on my steering wheel a few times.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. I’m a child!
But I didn’t know what else to do.
I knew what he would say. He would tell me work was more important and my duty was to stay here. I didn’t want that. I wanted to go.
He would have tried to stop me. And I would have listened.
Then I would have resented him.
I was only an hour into the three-hour drive when that dreaded call came through.
“Hello?”
“What are you doing?”
“Uh. Currently driving on I-95.”
“I assumed, considering what your note said,” Elijah paused. “Cadence… what the fuck?”
“That’s an extremely vague question.”
