Page 35 of Until I Own You

But why? No one else has any reason to.

Seth has always vied for power over me. Vied for control.

Doesn’t he know how that screws with my head? How confusing it is when for ten years I’ve wanted him?

Fuck.

“Yeah, I thought so to. I asked him to dance and though he agreed, he let me down easy. Which was really embarrassing considering whatever he’s been told is a lie.”

For a split second, there’s something like an apology in Seth’s blue eyes. A softness that betrays his dishonesty.

“And I know you did it.”

Seth shakes his head. “I didn’t.”

“Seth–”

“What would I get out of that?” He takes a step further into the room. Closer to me.

I hold my ground, remain steadfast. “You want to control me.”

“That’s not true.”

“Admit it.”

“That’s not true, the way you say it. That’s not true.”

I step closer to him. “What the hell does that mean?”

His jaw tightens.

Fuck, I can smell him. Smell a fresh scent of cologne mixed with the tingly saltiness of sweat, a smell I have known as his all this time.

God, I want him. Being in this little room alone with him is suffocating me with desire.

If I’m not careful, I might…I don’t know what I’ll do. Because I’ve never felt anything like this.

“Answer my question, Seth.”

“I already did.”

I shake my head. “Answer it honestly.”

“Bridget…” It’s a warning. Of what, I don’t know.

But we are too close. A foot apart.

I can’t be here any longer if I don’t want to do something I’ll regret. “Fuck you,” I say in a soft voice before walking past him to the door.

“Wait.”

I stop, my hand on the doorknob. I don’t turn, though. Not yet.

“I’ll answer honestly if you agree to answer a question in return.”

I look over my shoulder at him.

Seth’s fists are balled at his sides. Is he nervous?

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