Page 41 of Left in the Dark

“Speaking of… what the fuck are you doing? You’re sending mixed signals. One minute, you’re telling me to get the fuck away from you. The next, you’re yelling at me for turning my back and walking away.”

He pushes off the railing, his long strides bringing him closer. My body thrums from his nearness when he stops, staring down at me with raised brows. “I’m not the only one.”

“Look, I know what I did at the bonfire was wrong. You have no idea how much I regret it.”

The burst of sarcastic laughter that rushes out of him pisses me off. “You regret it. Why?” He takes another step closer, his muscular body nearly grazing mine. He towers over me, a smug expression on his face. “Tim doesn’t fuck you the way I do, huh? He can’t make you come the way I can.”

Each word penetrates my skin, hitting me like a bunch of bullets. My body is overheating as images of lying beneath his body, his hard cock thrusting inside me, causes me to release an involuntary shiver.

“That’s right.” He thrusts out his chest, bumping mine since he’s standing so close. “I still affect you. Bet you wish I were fucking you right now.”

I take a step back. “Fuck you, Zayne.” His arrogance is grating on my last nerve right now. “Why did you want to see me?”

A flash of hurt goes through his eyes before he masks it. “Boredom.”

Boredom. Is he fucking kidding me?

Anger wells inside me like a tornado, gathering strength and speed. “I’m not your plaything, jackass. You don’t get to toy with me whenever you’re bored and then put me back on the shelf when you’re done.”

“Why not? Isn’t that what you did to me?”

No. Not even fucking close.

I’m so damn enraged at his words I’m about to explode.

I don’t say a damn thing as I spin on my heel and march away, fuming.Unfucking-believable. And to think I foolishly thought he wanted to talk to me and try to work things out.

Instead of heading back to the beach, I take a left, following the trail that heads away from the beach. I’m too angry to talk to anyone right now, including Callie.

Once I cool off, then I’ll head back.

CHAPTER 28

Zayne

Oh, hell no. Minx did not just storm off and leave me again.

My strides are brisk as I follow behind her. Despite the flip-flips she’s wearing, she’s moving fast, fueled by the cloud of rage that swirls around her like a funnel cloud.

You can’t escape me, Delaney.

I deliberately stay far enough behind that she doesn’t notice me, although it’s not a problem since she hasn’t turned around once since she marched away.

She rounds the bend, and I smile. Considering how much time I’ve spent here, I know this lake quite well. There’s a tiny bathroom in the woods ahead. A quiet, remote place few know about. There’s one private, gender-neutral stall in the back of the building.

Lengthening my strides and increasing my pace, I close the distance between us. She’s in her own world when I come up behind her, slapping a hand over her mouth and pulling her against my chest.

Delaney immediately begins struggling, twisting and fighting me. But her tiny body is no match for the one who knows her better than anyone.

“Stop fighting me, minx,” I hiss in her ear, dragging her off the trail toward the bathroom. “It’s pointless.”

She trips over her feet, and I chuckle. When I toss her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, one of her flip-flops falls off. I pull the other one off before I stoop down and grab it. Then I stand, marching toward the bathroom.

As I walk, she’s beating her fists against my ass. “Put me down. Right. Fucking. Now.”

I chuckle.If she really hated me, she’d be hitting my back, knowing it’s my weak spot. But she doesn’t.

Even though I should hate her, that fact alone leaves a chink in the armor around my heart.

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