Page 11 of Say It's Forever

“Not hungry. I’ll be right back.” I don’t wait for a response. How could I eat after that? Worse, I don't think I'm much better because I want to keep her for myself, and yeah, fucking sex is a part of it, but I'd cut off my dick before hurting her. I'd have Snow begging for it before I sank inside of her. I need her to want me. Not be with me because it was some order from above.

I head down the hallway to my bedroom, then into the closet. I slam my fist into the wall. The shot of pain through my arm helps, but not much.

“Garrett!” Snow gasps. How the hell did I not hear her follow me? I really am off my game.

I turn to see her standing in my closet's doorway. She has a horrified expression on her face.

Fuck me.

8

WINTER

Blood drips from Garrett’s hand. I stand in shock for a long moment. I followed him because I could tell he was off. He’d become short in his responses to me. I sensed his whole mood shift. I swear even the air around him grew thicker.

I know it's crazy, but I could tell he was being different with me. I don’t know what came over me, but I just followed him. I don’t think I could have stopped myself if I wanted to. I needed to check if he was okay or if I had done something wrong.

“Winter, I–”

“You’re bleeding.” I see a towel on top of his hamper, so I grab it. I press it to his injured hand. He doesn’t stop me. Garrett only watches me. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry, I was pissed.” He drops his head.

“I didn’t mean hit the wall, but yeah, maybe don’t do that either.” His eyebrows rise.

“Don’t do what, then?”

“Call me Winter.” I lick my lips. “Unless, I don’t know. Has something changed? All of a sudden you’re not calling me snow angel after I told you about my life.”

"Fuck no; I'm worried I scared you, and I'm trying to back off. I’m pissed and on edge.”

“Pissed at me?”

“Never you, Snow.” With his other hand, he cups the back of my neck, pulling me into him. His mouth comes down on mine in a soft kiss. “I want to hurt all of them,” Garrett says, placing another kiss on my mouth. “Maybe even kill them.” Again, his mouth is on mine. This kiss is as gentle as the others. He is so mad, but still sweet and gentle to me.

His reactions are so different from what I’m used to. Usually, when a man gets worked up and anger takes over, I stay out of the way. But that’s not how I reacted when I thought Garrett was upset. I think it’s because I have no doubt that he would never hurt me. In the short time I have known him, he’s more than proven that.

“You’re mad for me.” I smile against his mouth.

“More than mad, Snow.”

“Let me clean up your hand.”

“It’s fine.”

“Please.”

“Fuck me,” he mutters.

“What?”

“You give me that face and a please, and I’ll let you do any damn thing you want.” I laugh. Why does that make me feel so dang special?

“Then let me do it.”

“All right,” he agrees. He leads me out of the closet, which is larger than my bedroom, and into the bathroom.

“Holy crap,” I whisper when we enter it. His tub could be a mini pool. There are even two sinks! Why does a bathroom need two sinks? We only have one bathroom in our entire house. “Are you rich?” I blurt out before I realize it. “I mean, ‘cause the two sinks and all.”

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