I put both my hands on his stomach, palms wide open, and I swear it’s like stopping a giant boulder.
“Arrow, stop. No,” I tell him, hoping and praying he listens to me before anyone else gets wind of the fact that The Blond Arrow is among them and he’s very angry.
His jaw tics at my voice but he hasn’t looked away from Will.
I fist the gray-colored dress shirt he’s wearing. “Arrow. Please. He’s just a friend.”
At this, finally, he looks at me.
It feels like he does it in slow motion. His eyes shifting away from Will, his spiky eyelashes flicking down and his gaze, so dark and intense, coming to rest on me.
“Friend.”
He says that word in a low growl and I flinch.
Oh shit.
That’s the worst thing that I could’ve said.
I shake my head and dig my knuckles into his body. “I didn’t mean it that way. You know I didn’t. Arrow, he was just –”
My words get cut off when he steps away from me.
It happens so suddenly that I can’t quite believe it. Wasn’t I holding him tightly? Weren’t my fingers fisting his shirt?
How did he break that hold so easily?
Like it meant nothing, me holding onto him.
LikeImeant nothing.
And then he takes one last look at me before spinning around and leaving.
He’sleaving.
He’s just… walking away. He just came back from LA and somehow appeared at the bar and now he’s leaving.
Because I was stupidly dancing with a guy who meant nothing.
Oh God.
I rush after him when I see him stepping out the front door. I come into the night and frantically, look around.
He’s walking around the bar, probably headed to the alley that connects to the parking lot in the back.
“Arrow. Stop,” I call out.
But he doesn’t.
I didn’t expect him to, honestly. So I pump my legs harder. He’s taught me a lot about running in the past couple of weeks and I use that to my advantage now and reach him just as he gets past the row of big black dumpsters.
I go around him and put my hands on his stomach again.
“Arrow, please. I didn’t… I didn’t do anything,” I tell him, getting close to him, fisting his shirt once more even though I know it won’t make a difference.
But that’s all the more reason to dosomethingbecause he’s just so harsh and sharp right now.
“You let him put his hands on you,” he says, roughly, tightly.
