“I’m not anybody’s wish.”
You’re mine. You’re my wish.
You’re my Arrow.
“I waited for you this whole week.” I swallow, telling him the truth, letting it shine in my voice, on my face. “And I was… I missed you so much.”
“You missed me,” he repeats in a strange tone, as he keeps advancing on me, as he keeps pushing me back.
I whisper, “Yes. A-and I was worried.”
“Worried about what?”
I was worried that you’d get back together with her.
That you’d become the old Arrow and that I’d lose you.
“I was worried that you…”The new Arrow. “Wouldn’t come back.”
“I told you I would,” he growls. “I said I’d come back in a week.”
I swallow and give him a tremulous smile that only manages to agitate him further, I think, if his big step toward me is any indication like he’s restless to push me somewhere.
To a place I don’t know about.
“But you came back early,” I whisper.
“I did, didn’t I?”
These words are clenched, forced out of him, and I open my fists and stroke his stomach. I let my hands roam and circle over the cotton of his dress shirt as I soothe him.
“Why?” I lick my lips and his eyes drop to my gesture.
It stays there, his gaze, over my lips for a few seconds before he flicks his eyes up.
They’re burning.Blazing.
“Because of you,” he rasps almost accusingly, and a breath jars out of me.
I blink.
And I stop moving.
Because at that very moment, we’ve reached our destination. Or ratherhisdestination, the wall against which he can pin me.
He can cage me between his hard body and the bricks.
“You came back early for me?” I repeat, disbelieving, shocked, flabbergasted… happy.
He puts both his hands on either side of my head and I can’t help it. I arch my back. I push my ass into the heated bricks and thrust my chest out.
“I came back early because you’ve got something I need.”
“What?”
As soon as I ask the question, I understand what he means.
I understand what he needs from me.
