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I recall the level of comfort I just witnessed between them. His claim on her… Something happened between them. She had a chance to kill him and didn’t. She fucking pampered him instead, gave him care and attention she should only reserve for me. I can tell by his cocky grin alone that he liked it.

I press my forehead against her stomach and shut my eyes, as if not seeing her will make this better. “Did you fuck him?”

She pulls away, and her eyes flash. Then she slaps me hard, right across the face with her non-mangled hand. My body is like stone, but the weight behind that slap hurts—the emotional punch she packs that turns me on so much about her. I take in every second of it; the pain is blissful because it means she still cares.

“Did you fuck Naomi?” she asks.

“No.”

“Did she try?”

I should lie because that would make my life so much easier right now, but I’m a fucking terrible liar and I’m pretty sure she saw Naomi and me. “Yeah, she tried. But I didn’t do anything with her, London. I swear. You’re the only one I want, baby. I pushed her away before it got to that.”

She bites her lip, and the swell of emotions in her eyes keeps me going. She’s standing close, so I keep my forehead against her stomach and my hands to myself. Finally, she softens.

“I fucking missed you, London.” My voice comes out as a whisper. I’m so hungry for her, and having her so close and not being able to touch her is torture. I just want to devour her so fucking hard. Especially as the image of her and Ezra together infiltrates my brain and I think of London cutting his hair. How long that would have taken her, and the fact she had scissors to his neck and didn’t shove them into him.

I grab her hips again and pull her closer, so happy to experience the heat of her body again. I have memorized every curve and line on this girl, and I can’t get enough of it. How does she not see that she is all I want?

I gaze up at her. “I can’t be around you if you’re not with me, London. You’re mine, baby, remember? That doesn’t change in a matter of days… It never fucking changes.”

A twig snaps near me, and I pause for only a moment, then shrug it off. I doubt that with the performance I just put on, anyone would have the guts to interrupt me right now. I dig my thumbs into her in a way I know she likes as agony pours through me.

“Everything has changed,” she hisses. “The moment you left me and didn’t come back. That’s when it changed. You shouldn’t have chosen Naomi,” she says coldly, and the sting from her slap still burns.

I run my hand along her stomach, down to the drawstring of her pants to remind her how little has changed, but she stops me, gripping my hand with hers. Annoyance tugs at me. She has never not given in to me, which tells me I must have really fucked up.

“Please, baby. I need you right now.”

Her voice comes out ragged and raw. “Micah, you scare me… You really scare me. You don’t seem right in the head, and I don’t think I’m right in the head, either. I can’t do this with you right now. I need to… process.”

Process? She needs to process? What the fuck does she need to process?

“What the hell are you talking about, baby?”

“Please, Micah, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

Please. How many times has she said that to me?

Please.

Please.

Please.

Fucking needy, which is exactly how I want her. I’ll remind her how good it makes her feel.

Suddenly, an annoying voice rips through the forest. “I think the girl told you to back off her, man.”

My body stills, and every hair on my skin bristles. For fuck’s sake. Of course, it would be James interrupting me. “Mind your fucking business,” I yell out to him. This kid is really starting to get on my nerves.

“Nah, I don’t think I will,” he calls back.

London’s eyes widen. He stands a few feet away with his head turned at least. Not that I care about James watching me as I claim my girl—or about anyone watching, for that matter. Let him watch.

“Get the fuck out of here,” I gripe back at him with no intention of stopping.

The moment, however, is ruined. London pushes away from me and shakes her head, begging me not to make another scene.