Anger courses through me and I glare at him as I take a small step closer myself this time.
“And what if I stopped running?” I ask coolly. “What if I gave you exactly what you want? Would you finally leave me alone then?”
“It irritates me more than it should how desperately you seem to want distance from me,” he says calmly. “But no, love.”
His eyes hold mine.
“If you let me fuck you right now, I would. And afterwards I’d want you again that same evening. The following morning. Every bloody hour in between.”
His voice lowers.
“You’d stay in my head constantly. I’d think about you nonstop.”
A humourless smile touches his mouth.
“You’re like a disease, red. One that spreads through me faster every time I touch you.”
“So let me understand this properly.” I look at him in disbelief. “If I run from you, you want me. But if I stay, you seem to want me even more.”
“Exactly.”
He narrows his eyes slightly, and that damned dimple appears again.
“It’s really not that complicated, red. It seems I just want you.”
My stomach tightens, but I quickly shake my head as if that might clear it.
“I need to go. Julian’s probably waiting.”
The dimple disappears from his face so quickly it’s unsettling to witness.
And just like that, every trace of warmth in his eyes disappears entirely, leaving this version of him cold.
Deadly even.
I barely recognise the man standing in front of me anymore.
A chill runs through my body.
“You’re not seeing him.”
His tone leaves absolutely no room for argument.
“And who exactly is he anyway?”
I shake my head. “You don’t get to make that decision for me.”
His jaw tightens. “Like hell I don’t.”
I look at him practically pleading with my eyes for him to stop pushing this.
“Please,” I whisper. “Just let this go. You and I… we could never work.”
“Why?” he asks, anger clear in his voice now. “Why the fuck do you keep saying that? Justtell me.”
“I can’t tell you that!” I nearly snap because honestly, this is becoming exhausting.
He keeps pushing and pushing when all I need is for him to let this go already.
