He watches me take another step toward him and his fists clench. “Are you trying to scare me, Fae? Because I’m not in a mood to laugh.”
I reach him and tilt my head back to look at his beautiful face. “No. I’m asking a question. Tell me.”
His chest moves up and down with his sweet but agitated breath. His nostrils flare as he glances around the room. And it looks like I’ve cornered him. Which is so crazy, because there’s no way I can hold him here or overpower him.
Not him.
The one who’s as tall and broad as the mountains. As wild as a mustang.
“Because I didn’t protect you, all right,” he bursts out. “I couldn’t protect you two years ago and I couldn’t protect you now. Do you understand that? Do you understand what I did to you? I didn’t only break your heart, you had to be caged because of me.Caged. Because I made you steal my car. In a shithole school. When you should’ve been out there, free, dancing like you were born to do. But that’s not all, is it? I stole from you. I stole your virginity. I took it from you. I tore it out of your body until you bled. You fucking bled on my dick and I was too fucked in the head to understand that. I was too fucked and blind and jealous to figure out that the pussy I was plowing into was untouched. And then, I got you pregnant. You’re having my baby, Fae. And it’s so brutal on you and I can’t do anything about it. The fucking doctor can’t do anything about it.”
“But I’m fine now,” I say in a determined voice.
“Yeah. But you weren’t, were you? You couldn’t keep anything down. Not even fucking water.”
Oh yeah, that night was brutal.
I think my stomach was all upset and even the water was making me throw up. And he was up with me all night. But he was tired too, I remember. He had a meeting at work the next day and I remember him not getting a wink of sleep, same as me.
I know I was going through a hard time but he went through it too.
But he doesn’t let me speak as he continues, “So I don’t want your fucking forgiveness. Because there isn’t any. For what I did. For breaking my fairy. For putting her in a cage, for taking her dream away from her. For hurting her body, making her bleed, and I wasn’t even there to make it better. I —”
“Do it, then.”
“What?”
Yeah. What?
What did I just say?
But I take a moment to study him then. His messy hair, his stubble. His wrinkled shirt. The fierce expression on his face. The regret that is apparent in his every gesture, his closed fists, his wildly breathing chest.
And I realize I had to say it. I had to.
Not because I need him to make it better. Because he already did it.
But becauseheneeds to.
He needs to make it better and I can’t not give it to him, what he wants.
I swallow. “You said, back at the bar, that you’d… you’d make it better. You’d apologize. To her. To my… pussy. Because you made her bleed. Because you’re so big and I’m so small. So…” I swallow again, clutching the hem of his hoodie. “So do it then. Make it better.”
By the time I finish, a throb has started up between my legs.
A throb that I’ve been feeling for days now. But I always pushed it aside. First, it was my sickness and then it was the fact that I shouldn’t have been feeling it in the first place.
But now there’s nothing stopping me.
I don’twantanything to stop me. From feeling it. From feeling him, inside of me. Even though he’s only been there once, I remember it so well.
I remember all the dirty, intimate things he did. All the dirty, intimate things hesaidto me.
His eyes glint, his high cheekbones going flushed and I know he remembers them as well.
I think he shudders too, licking his ruby red lips, and I have to press my thighs against each other.
“Are you fucking with me, Fae?” he growls. “Because I told you I’m not in the mood for it.”
