The way she looked at me, though - like she didn’t believe me, like she thought I was just some spoiled, arrogant asshole who’s had everything handed to him -
It fucking wrecked me.
I let out a rough, humorless laugh and run a shaking hand through my damp hair, forcing myself to breathe.
Dio.
She’s under my skin.
She’s so fucking under my skin, and I don’t know how to get her out.
I scrub a hand down my face, trying to regain some control.
I can’t be this reckless. I can’t afford to let myself lose focus right now.
Not when we’rethisclose to something bigger than me. Not when the title race is in full swing, when we’re weeks away from everything we’ve worked for.
And yet…
She’s the only thing in my head.
Her fire, her fury, the way she stood there and took it, even when I could tell she wanted to tear him apart.
And maybe I let my frustration bleed through too much. Maybe I got too intense.
Because when I stepped closer, when I threw her assumptions back in her face, she didn’t have a comeback. Didn’t push back like I expected.
She just stood there, her breathing uneven, her eyes locked on mine, like she didn’t know what the fuck to do with me.
My eyes close, but all I can picture is her face; her furrowed brow and scrunched nose, her bright green eyes and her perfect, plump, pouty lips…
I wanted to kiss her.
I wanted to taste that frustration on her lips, to drag my mouth over hers until she stopped trying to pretend like she isn’t just as drawn to this as I am.
And fuck, fuck,fuck.
I slam my fist against the locker again, breathing heavy, my whole body wired too tight.
I need to get out of here.
I need to see her again.
And if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that Mark Chapman is going to regreteverspeaking to her like that.
That asshole is a problem I can fix. A problem I can take care of.
Daphne Sinclair, though?
She’s a problem I have no idea how to handle.
Chapter Seventeen
Daphne
It’s late by the time that I get home.
The city has settled into that quiet lull between night and morning, where the streets are mostly empty and the air feels thick with exhaustion, and though all is peaceful, it does nothing to quiet the storm still raging inside me.
