I can’t survive without him.
“Leave.”
My one-word order to Ozzy doesn’t have the effect I asked for. He’s as fucking stubborn as Torin. He’s as sweet as Reeve. He’s as loyal as Cairo. He’s as comforting as Levi.
My mouth opens, a shitty countenance forming from my throat to get him to question his faithfulness to me when Ozzy’s long fingers wrap gingerly around my face, and I gasp from the warmth penetrating off his hands.
I flinch under his touch, palms trembling as my breathing heaves.
Each inch of his digits splayed across my cheeks and underneath my jaw sends shrills of bafflement coursing through me.
I am living in a fucking nightmare.
Then a dream.
My head lifts as those dark blues penetrate my mix of emotions, leaving only one behind.
Him.
A man hidden away behind a fucked-up past and a woman who used him.
This is a big step. A huge gesture not lost on me.
I’ve touched him before, and he’s wavered away from me, but this is different.
Amid my chaotic mindset, he shoves his desires aside and gains my attention the only way he knows how.
The only way that seems to be working.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, unable to move or think straight because when his thumb grazes slowly down my throat, I almost wish he’d snap my neck and end this for me.
I’d trust him with it.
I’d ask him for it, but he’d rat me out to Cairo. Then I’d be under heavier house arrest and constant supervision that’ll make me crazier.
“I need you,” he desperately says again. This time with a slight hardness to his tone. “He let you go.”
My brows clench together, but then he flicks his gaze over my head to where Travis disappeared moments ago.
I can semi-understand why he’d be pissed at him—again. It didn’t help that my husband found me with Trav on the couch sharing a sandwich. Maybe it looked a little intimate, but we don’t roll that way.
Never have.
If I found Ozzy on the couch with any female, sharinganything,I’d probably do worse than he did. I may have not pulled a gun, but I’d throw a few punches.
You’re obviously capable of pulling out a gun.
“It’s my fault Travis went,” I admit simply. “I called him. He was the only one I knew would come with me.” Ozzy frowns before his eyebrows tilt downward. “You would’ve come? If I came out and said, hey, I need to go find Levi…you would’ve snuck out with me?”
“Yes.”
I wrinkle my nose because my immediate thought is he wouldn’t. It would have been an awful thing to ask of him when Cairo’s his brother. Having Ozzy pick and choose between me and them is something I’d never do.
I was just trying to prove a point.
And now Ozzy is starting to get attached.
I’malready attached to him.
