Page 81 of In the Midst of Chaos

My front hit Huxley’s with full force.

He steadied himself and then held on to me so I wouldn’t fall.

I gasped when I saw him. The left side of his face was red from where he had gotten burned. My stomach coiled upon seeing the hardness in his eyes that didn’t use to be there before.

“Hux,” I whispered as I tried to reach and touch his face. He stopped me from getting anywhere near his cheek. His hand gripped my wrist.

“Don’t,” he pleaded. “Don’t feel sorry for me.”

I didn’t feel sorry for him, at least not for this.

“Are you okay?” I cocked my head to the side and tried to get a feel about his state of mind.

Huxley took a step forward, his hand coming to grab a piece of my hair, and I froze, wondering what he would do next. I knew that if Nash walked back here, he would lose it, and I didn’t want that to happen.

Huxley deserved to know but not like this.

“You haven’t changed your mind, have you?” he asked in a whisper.

I smiled sadly at him.

“I’m sorry.”

His jaw got hard, but he nodded. “I would have given you anything you wanted, Finnie.”

“That’s the thing, Huxley—the thing I wanted the most you wouldn’t have been able to give to me. You can’t give anyone anything until you decide if you’re in or you’re out. “

He glared at me and then walked away. Before opening the door, I took a deep breath in, shaking off the encounter. It wasn’t coming clean, but at least he knew that I was never a possibility.

When I walked into the garage, Nash was already there. He was wiping his bike with a rag. He looked up as soon as my footsteps echoed in the room.

He threw the rag to the side and looked at me as he bit his lip. My stomach dipped at the appreciation in his gaze. Nash walked to the side of his bike and sat there as he waited for me.

When I made it to him, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, got on my tiptoes, and kissed him. He groaned in my mouth, and I smiled.

“You’re fucking killing me,” he growled.

“Come on, take me home,” I told him as I made a move to get on the back of his bike.

Nash lifted me on the seat and sat me down and then handed me a helmet.

“You are home, baby.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Crull Manor, wherever the fuck I am, that’s home.”

My smile was so wide and cheesy as he put the helmet on me.

Nash started his bike, and we took off to my old house. I kept squirming in the back from excitement and nervousness. We were passing the backwoods of the clearing when Nash stopped his bike.

“Is everything okay?” I asked as he got off.

Nash didn’t say anything. He threw his helmet on the ground, then proceeded to take mine off and throw it away.

He pulled me by my nape and started to devour me. He kissed me as if I was a lifeline. His hands came to my waist, moving leisurely down my hips, feeling every dip of my body.

When his hands made it to the hem of my skirt, he pulled back and stared at me intensely. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t laugh.

“You’re getting fucked, baby,” he said in a final tone as he put one of his hands under my skirt.

At his words, all I could do was nod. Laughter was the last thing on my mind when I wanted the same thing he did. I spread my legs wider as he started to move his hand up my thighs. His fingers reached the top of my panties.

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