Next, he was at my window, trying to jiggle it open. “Micah? Listen. Please listen. Hanii, please.”
My tears were dry at this point and salt crusted my lashes. I didn’t have the energy to waste any more feelings on him, so I lay there, listening to him beg. He could get on his knees and offer me the world for all I cared; it didn’t change the fact that he’d hurt and embarrassed me. I had no idea which one was worse, but it reminded me why I enjoyed my routines. If I didn’t step out of how I did things or away from the people I knew, I couldn’t have my heart shattered.
He knocked on the window and a thump vibrated through the bedroom. I thought he might’ve hit his forehead against the glass. “Hanii. Hanii.”
I finally found my voice. “Leave. Right now.”
“Micah.”
“Leave,” I screamed, shocked that I had enough drive to do it. “I never want to see your face again, Yukio. I told you, we’re done. Get lost.”
“Let me—”
“No. You don’t get to explain. You have no right. Go.”
Silence was the answer I received, and while I usually loved the quiet, this time I hated it. The man I was used to giving me orders was gone, and I’d only just gotten accustomed to cuddling with his body. Now, the bed was cold again.
Part of me wished he’d broken the glass and made his way in, demanding I listen to him, but the idea was silly. As much as I loved his dominance, this was a deal-breaker.
I was his revenge on Alex.
Alex wanted him.
Both of those facts would be rebounding in my head, and I didn’t think I would get much sleep tonight.
Or for the next week.
Or maybe ever again.
I hated Yukio Hinode for making me feel this way.
13
YUKIO
Knock,knock, knock.Pause.Knock, knock, knock, knock.
The incessant noise at my door irritated me and my toes twitched. I tried really hard to go back to sleep, but the annoyance didn’t stop. I curled into a ball.
“Go away! Yamero! Goddamn it. I said stop!”
The irritating rapping ended, and I settled back down into my nice warm cocoon, where I could pretend everything I enjoyed in my life hadn’t exploded in my face. Nope, nothing to see here, just a guy who didn’t want to ever see the light of day again. I tugged my comforter firmly around me.
“Fuck,” I mumbled. “Fuck everything.”
The door opened.
“No.” I grabbed my comforter to tuck it even more tightly around my body and imitated a corpse. The stench of my own BO started to get to me, but it wouldn’t kill me, and it might murder the person who was stupid enough to bust in here without an invitation.
Someone patted my head through the comforter. I tried to wriggle away, slinking along like a caterpillar, but the person just kept following me.
“Do you want to die?” I yelled.
“Yukio,” Milo singsonged. “Yukio, it’s morning. Time to wake up.”
“So?” I snapped.
“Well—” The patting on my head continued, and I bit the inside of my bottom lip to stop myself from saying anything really nasty. “—it’s been a few days. I’m pretty sure you haven’t showered for a while.” There was the sound of him kicking something across the floor. “Although, based on the pizza boxes building up in here, you ate. Not well, but we take what we can get, huh?”
