Without it, he’s all dense muscles and hard bones.
His hands are fisted, veins standing out on his wrists and the backs of his hands. “Then I’m going to fuck him up so badly that he won’t be able to drive for the rest of his life.”
I hug my backpack tightly and rub my arms, trying to chase away the goosebumps that arose at his threatening, possessive tone.
Trying to not lose my breaths all at once.
“You sound like my brothers,” I say. “When they talk about you.”
“For once, I agree with them.” His glowing eyes narrow. “Although whatI’dlike to know is where in the fuck were they when you were getting into Andrews’s car? How could they let this happen? What goddamn use are they if they can’t keep you safe?”
My thighs clench together and I tell him in a breathless tone, “They don’t know. I texted Con and told him that I’d be staying late as usual. He thinks I’m at the auditorium practicing like I always do.”
I did.
It was easy too.
He was expecting it even, after weeks and weeks of lying and telling him that I needed extra hours for practice.
I did need those hours.
But mostly it was because I wanted to spend them with him.
This guy who’s glaring at me and who I knew wouldn’t be showing up at my practice like he usually does.
“So, you lied to them,” he concludes. “Again.”
I nod. “I wanted to come see you.”
And in this moment, I realize that even though I hate lying to my brothers and keeping secrets from them, I’ll still do it. I’ll still lie for him now and forever.
I’ll lie and hide. I’ll seek and run and stop.
I’ll go wherever he is.
“You’ve become quite the liar, huh? For me.”
“I –”
“I think you should go,” he commands in a low, determined voice.
His words make me move.
But I don’t do what he tells me to do.
I don’t leave.
I walk toward him, bridging the distance between us.
“Did you fucking hear what I just said to you?” he asks, agitated, watching me walk toward him.
I don’t answer. I just keep walking, my backpack in hand, my eyes on his gorgeous face. Gorgeous and familiar and so achingly dear to me.
“Go home,” he growls, and I keep ignoring him.
And when I finally,finallyreach him, his face dips and his words become thick. “Get the fuck away from me, Fae.”
Does he know that even when he’s being all growly and stubborn and an idiot like he is being right now, he still calls me Fae?
