Page 30 of Racing Hearts

“About fucking time!” he calls. “Get your man!”

By the time I make it through the club, Evan has disappeared with the idiot. I push through the crowd, knocking people out of my way with a snarl that gets the others moving. I don’t feel like myself. The anger and jealousy coursing through my veins is insane, and I’m not thinking clearly, but despite all that and what Sky said, I can’t let Evan leave with him.

I burst out into the cold air, searching for them. Panic consumes me, but then I catch sight of a familiar icy head ducking into an alley a few feet away. I stomp after them, stilling at the end of the alley when I see Evan pinned to the wall, the blond all over him, their teeth and tongues clashing as they kiss. Evan’s hands are in his hair, and he’s kissing him back.

Evan is kissing him.

Something stabs into my heart, but it doesn’t stop me from closing the distance and ripping the blond away from him without even a glance. He flies backwards, and I glare at Evan, who blinks owlishly at me before his cheeks redden in anger as he straightens.

“Anders, what the fuck? Are you okay?” He goes to move past me to the blond, who’s struggling to his feet, but I hold up my arm and block him, turning to the blond myself.

“Leave,” I order, unable to grit out more words when I see his bruised lips.

He glares at me, dusting off his ass and looking from me to Evan despite the threat I present. I am practically vibrating with anger, ready to strike. “Evan, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, it’s okay, you can leave. I’ll deal with this guy.” I glance over to see Evan blushing and rubbing his head nervously, messing up his pretty hair.

“Don’t apologize to him. Leave,” I tell the blond again. It’s the last chance he will get, and I watch him give Evan another look before he hurries from the alley, then I turn to Evan as I try to hold back my fury. “You should be apologizing to me.”

“To you?” His eyes widen incredulously. “Why the fuck would I say sorry to you?”

The anger snaps inside me, and I turn, slamming my fist into the wall. I feel my knuckles split and the cuts on my palm reopen, but even that sharp pain doesn’t push back these feelings inside me.

“What the fuck, Anders? What is your fucking problem?” A hand hits my back, sending me stumbling forward, and I turn to see him spitting fire. Evan is angrier than I’ve ever seen him. “You don’t get to do this shit. You don’t get to block me then show up here?—”

Rather than hitting the wall, I grab him and slam him into it. My mouth crashes onto his. He fights me at first, hitting me, and although it hurts, I don’t relent. I don’t let go. I pour all of my jealousy, confusion, and anger into that kiss until he groans, softening against me and kissing me back.

His fists turn into clenching hands, pulling me closer as our bodies rub together, all hard muscles and warmth. “You’re mine, pretty boy,” I tell him, kissing him again until he whimpers. The sound snaps me out of it, and I stumble back. Desire burns so hotly in my veins, I’m surprised I haven’t exploded. My fists clench as I stare at him, his lips parted and raw as he gapes at me before he laughs bitterly.

“At least you didn’t hit me this time,” he mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I guess that’s something.”

Shit, I really am an asshole.

Even if I want him, I don’t deserve Evan.

I could live a million lives and never deserve a man like Evan Shaw, and he knows it.

Grinding my jaw, I spin on my heel and race away.

“So you’re back to ignoring me again?” he calls, and I still. “Fine. I’m fucking done, Anders. I’m so fucking done with whatever this is.” When he barges past me, he hits me, knocking me to the left, and when I meet his gaze, his eyes are cold.

“Don’t call, don’t text, don’t show up outside of my house with excuses, don’t come after me, and don’t stop me from hooking up with people. I’m not yours and never will be. You made that very clear, and I’m done. I’m done chasing you. I’m done being used and tossed aside by you when it suits you. I’m not your fucking plaything to figure out your feelings and use to dispel them. I’m done.” He turns and walks away, and it’s my turn to stare after him.

I feel like I just lost something very fucking important to me, like I just lost my boyfriend, but how can it end when it never even started?

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Ishould leave him alone.

I hurt him, I made him angry, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

I know I’m stalking him, but I need to make sure he gets home okay after drinking and walking alone. I quiet my steps and hang back as he stomps toward his dorm. Luckily, Club 37 is on the other side of the campus, closer to his dorm, but it’s still a walk, and he had a lot to drink. He’s so annoyed, grumbling to himself, that he doesn’t even sense me behind him, which pisses me off.

I want to shake some sense into him, but I don’t want to fight again.

I’m tired of him being angry at me.

When he disappears into his dorm, I linger outside for a little while, watching his light come on, his silhouette framed in the window. Part of me aches, knowing I lost something that could have been amazing, but I know it’s for the best.

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