God fucking dammit.
She smirks up at him playfully, eating out of the palm of his hand. “Sweet love, huh? That’s where you’re going with this?”
Cade loves her mouth, which is complete fucking bullshit because that’smymouth to love.
I have to turn away before I do something I’ll regret, like beat the shit out of my teammate for trying to steal my girl.
Someone slams into me, stumbling and spilling a beer on my shirt.
Great.
“Oh em gee! I amsosorry, Slug.” I try not to flinch at the nickname. “I didn’t see you there.”
Sure you didn’t.
“Whatever. Wanna dance?”
I don’t even glance at her or wait for her to answer, my eyes are too busy tracking Denver through the room.
My blood boils when Cade slips his arms around her waist. I do the same thing to the girl in my arms because if I don’t, I’m going to fucking lose it.
Denny’s gaze finds me again.Why does she have to keep looking over here?
I see it, even from across the room—I see the hate and the rage burning through her.
Good, Den. Good.
Cade nuzzles her neck. I mimic him. Everything he does to Denny, I do to the girl in my arms. She hates it, physically hates him touching her. I can see from here she wishes it were me.
She wants me like I want her, and I want her a whole hell of a lot.
I realize in that moment Ihaveto follow through with this, because Denver Andrews could fucking break me.
She pushes free of Cade again, sending him a smile and then running from the room.
I waste no time chasing after her. I have to make sure I take this all the way.
I find her standing at the bottom of the stairs, and everything inside me screams that I should go to her and wrap her in my arms and take away all the pain.
But I don’t.
Instead I say, “You should leave.”
She spins around, mouth dropping open in surprise.
“L-Leave?” It comes out a strangled whisper. “What do you mean? I just came out here to breathe, not to leave.”
“I meant what I said.” She studies me hard, long enough to know I’m not joking but not long enough to know I’m lying, internally pleading for her to stay. “You should leave,” I repeat.
“Why?”
“Because I fucking said so.”
I cannot believe this is happening, can’t believe I’m doing this.
I was wrong. This was wrong.
It hurts. Itfucking hurtsand it wasn’t supposed to hurt. This was supposed to prevent the pain, not ignite it.
