Page 8 of Run Wild Omega

When he doesn’t reply, I turn to face him.

He looks hurt. It shouldn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter.

“Look, I just want to have a good night with my family and friends. So, I’m going to go back inside now.”

He nods.

I hate how much his silence is grating on my nerves.

I will myself to turn around and go back inside, but my feet won’t move. We stare at each other for a few more moments before he breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry I came here. I didn’t mean to start trouble. I’ll leave.”

How the fuck does he not get it?

He’s nothing but trouble!

“Like I said, I don’t care. Leave. Stay. It makes no difference to me.” The lie tastes bitter on my tongue.

He crushes the cigarette butt into the railing, grinding it out with unnecessary force. “Fine.”

“Fine,” I huff back.

He moves so fast I barely see it. He crosses the distance between us in two strides, crowding me against the door, his hands bracing on either side of my head, caging me in.

He smells amazing. Like the forest floor and a campfire and raw masculinity. It floods my senses, making my head spin.

“What are you doing?”

“Proving a fucking point,” he growls, his face inches from mine. “Don’t act so unaffected by me. I know you. I know everything about you.”

“You don’t.”

He searches my eyes, his gaze dropping to my mouth again. The air is crackling, electric. The memory of his lips on mine, rough and desperate, slams into me.

“Tell me to leave.”

I want to. I should…

I can’t.

“You don’t affect me.”

He licks his lips and I feel myself leaning in. I want to be the one doing that.

Fuck. I’m losing control here.

“Well, good for you, because all you do is affect me, Tess.”

“What?” I can barely recognize my voice.

“I feel like I haven’t breathed properly since the day you drove out of this town.” The words are ragged, torn from his throat.

My breath hitches. The world tilts.

“Wyatt…”