Page 44 of Toxic Kiss

Since then, I’ve been researching my ass off, but it just doesn’t fit. I don’t care what they say. It’s not what I have.

Fuck it. I open all four bottles and take out the meds. The colorful pills look so harmless in my hand. Popping them in my mouth, I swallow them dry and turn to leave, only to stop dead in my tracks.

Haven is leaning against the door jamb, staring at me, her face void of all emotion. I cross my arms and go on the defensive.

“You stalking me now?”

“No. You do know what this looks like, right?”

“Yeah, well…you can keep your opinions to yourself, you saw nothing.”

Instead of leaving, Haven does exactly what she has always done and steps in and closes the door trapping us in together. She can’t see that I’m a dangerous animal, and she’s already too close to the bars of the cage. My heart thuds hard in my chest. The room feels alive, and I lick my lips, wanting to lay her out on the bed right now.

“What did you just take?”

I snap out of it and snarl like a cornered dog instead.

“Fuck off.”

“Cy, your outbursts don’t bother me, and I’m not leaving until I get an answer. So…I’ll ask you again, what did you just take?”

“It’s real medication, not party drugs. The doctor gave them to me.”

Pissed off about being called out, I bend over and unzip my bag. I quickly flash her the bottles with my name on them, keeping the medication names out of view.

“See, I’m not fucking doing illegal shit, okay?”

I can tell by the look in her eyes that she’s not sure she should believe me. What’s worse is the real concern behind the stare.

“I’m done with this conversation.” I march toward her, but she blocks the door. “Get out of my way, Haven.”

“What are they for?”

Bracing my hands on the door beside her head, I growl at her.

“None of your fucking business. Now get out of my way, or I’m fucking you instead.”

Haven’s eyes flare with a matched spark of desire.

“Do I look like the same girl who cowered at your threats?”

I glower, hovering over her. The rage, fear, and desire create a deadly mix.

“I’m not one of your groupies, Cy. The random fuck and flee is not my thing.”

“You could’ve fucking fooled me. Pretty sure it was you who ran, not me.”

Haven’s eyebrows draw so tightly together that they almost touch as she scowls at me.

“Sure, if that’s how you want to see it. The point is⁠—”

“Yeah, I know, you’re engaged to Charles,” I say, mocking the guy’s name by saying it with an English accent.

One eyebrow raises.

“Fine, you don’t want to move.”

Grabbing her wrists and taking her by surprise, I slam them over her head and bury my face in the side of her neck.