Page 90 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“Whatever, Elliot. You know best.”

He mutters something under his breath, but I roll my head away and press it against the cool glass, closing my eyes.

“You know, being with you this weekend…” He hesitates and my heart flutters wildly in my chest.

“Yes?” I ask, giving into the intense connection between us. That magnetic pull that he’s always had over me.

“It was everything, Abigail. Every-fucking-thing.”

There’s more he wants to say. It’s right there in the guilt swarming in his icy gaze.

But all too soon, All Hallows’ looms up ahead stealing what little time alone together we have left.

I brace myself for Elliot to drive behind the Bronte Building. But instead, he takes the road that leads to the Chapel.

“What—”

“Not ready to give this up yet,” he grumbles, reaching over to grab my hand and pull it into his lap.

A hundred thoughts race through my head, most of them bad.

What if someone sees us arrive back together?

What if word gets back to Scott or Mr Eaton?

What if?—

“You’re panicking,” he says quietly.

“I’m not.”

“Don’t lie to me. I can feel your pulse racing.” He brushes his thumb along my wrist and I swear my heart skips a beat.

“I don’t like how we left things back at the cabin,” I admit.

“You think I do?”

I give him a small shrug, and his eyes flash with irritation. “No, I don’t,” I whisper. “But it doesn’t change anything, does it? We’re going round in circles, Elliot.”

“I just need some time?—”

“How much time? A week? A month? Longer?”

Because I’m not sure I can do it. I’m not sure I can continue being his dirty little secret. Not when I know how amazing it feels to be his.

“Give me this week.”

“One week?” I clarify and he nods.

“I’ll talk to them this week. But I need to get my story straight first. Figure out what the hell I’m going to do when he cuts me off.”

“You think…” I trap the words because of course that’s what will happen.

Mr Eaton has plans for Elliot’s future. Plans that don’t include me.

All along Elliot has tried to tell me that he’ll use me as leverage. Make him choose between the future awaiting him and the broken, scarred girl with no idea what she wants to do with her life.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s not your problem.” Elliot lets out a ragged breath. “Forget I?—”

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