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I feel his erection at the small of my back and I can’t help but arch up against it, rub up against the heat radiating from it.

He growls in my ear, his lips rubbing over my delicate shell, his hips shifting, pushing back. “Turn the fuck around.”

I hiccup and do as he says.

His features are shadowed by the rim of his baseball cap but I see the movement of his jaw when he notices my tears. He wipes them with his rough thumbs, his digits lingering around the area of my parted lips.

“You’re coming with me,” he tells me.

“Where are you taking me?” I whisper.

“Where you belong.”

My heart shrivels. “I’m not going back to St. Mary’s.”

His eyes flash. “No, you’re not. Because you belong with me.”

Chapter Seventeen

His motel room is gray and dull.

That’s the first thing I notice when I step in.

It’s also very clean and made up. Generic. With a desk under the window, a slim-backed chair, a chest with drawers by its side. Tons of weights stacked up in one corner. A door that probably leads to the bathroom.

And a bed.

I’m not looking at the bed yet for some strange reason. But from what I can gather from the corners of my eyes, it has crisp white sheets with a dark gray blanket on the foot.

I walk in, my feet muffled on the gray carpet.

Unlike my heartbeats.

My heartbeats are loud. So very loud and I bet he can hear them.

My Arrow.

Who’s just stepped in after me and closed the door with a click.

I feel that tiny click in my bare thighs.

Well, I’m wearing a plaid skirt tonight that I borrowed from Poe. Up until he showed up at the bar, I was feeling cold even in his jacket.

But not anymore.

My thighs don’t feel cold at all. Not even when I was riding behind him and we were speeding down the highway, wind whipping against my flesh.

In fact, they were hot.

Like they are now.

When I reach the opposite wall, I turn around and lean against it.

Arrow is doing the same. He’s leaning against the door, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes on me.

I press my thighs together. “There’s a lot of gray in this room.”

My first words to him ever since we left the bar.