Page 55 of Hate So Deep
“Ha-fucking-ha,” I mutter, moving to step around him but he grabs my arm.
“Why are you acting so fucking weird?”
I have zero intention of admitting all the shit rolling around in my head. Instead, I pull away and say, “Nothing. Don’t fucking touch me.”
Although he lets me go, he snickers as I back away, “You sure about that? If I recall, you were begging for it.”
Really? That’s where he wants to go?
Fine…I can play too. Fucker.
Pulling up a smarmy smile, I tap my chin and say, “I was drunk. I don’t remember half of it. You could have been my fucking ex, and I would have begged.”
I feel a beat of victory when the cocky grin fades before he leans in until our lips are almost touching and says, “Then why were you screaming my name?”
“Was I? I guess I don’t remember,” I say, shrugging for good measure, although, thankfully, it also conceals the shiver rolling down my spine.
His eyes narrow as he searches my gaze before he waves to the door and says, “Whatever. You wanna pretend, my dirty little doll, I’ll bite…for now. But you still need to get your ass down there.”
Liquid. Heat.
It flows through my veins like molten lava, and it takes me a moment to erase all images of him speaking the wicked nickname while doing unspeakably amazing things to my body, to realize what he just said.
Following his finger, pointing down the stairs, I say, “Yeah…no.”
“Coward.”
Why I don’t wave my middle finger in his face and just go, I don’t know but I stomp down the stairs like a total brat, muttering, “Why are you here, anyway?”
“Your parents didn’t want us to drink and drive.”
They’re not my fucking parents, I snarl in my head, as Colt looks up and his eyes harden.
Oh ho, he doesn’t want me here. Too bad because his fiancée does, crying, “Lala!”
I raise my brows when she wraps her arms around me before leading me toward the sofa where Ramie slurs, “Come. Have a drink.”
Kayla, I note is suspiciously absent but before I can ask, not that I would, Finn says in my ear, in a really loud fucking voice, “Family only for goodbyes.”
Family…refusing to acknowledge the pinch in my chest, I mumble, “I thought you were only going to be gone a week?”
Snorting, she punches me in the shoulder, and I stumble back as she says, “Not me…us. Dirk!”
Huh? Where’s he going?
“Wait,” I blurt, spinning to Dirk. “You’re leaving?”
Once again, I ignore the panic pressing at my chest because if I do, then there’s so much more that can’t be ignored.
Either way, I guess I put my foot in it when Colt’s head whips my way and his eyes narrow.
Oops.
Although Dirk’s lips lift into a smirk, I see the tension around his eyes when he says, “I have to report for basic training in a week. I leave the day before they get back.”
Basic training? As in the military?
What if they send Dirk somewhere dangerous? What if he dies?
