Page 12 of The Enemy

Tired and tipsy, a good combination did not make. It got harder to breathe, but it was probably myfajaworking against me. My mother taught me the importance of shapers before my quince.

“Yet you had no problem grinding on Wesley,” he barked.

I gasped. “I was not!”

“Oh please, you were all over him.”

“Correction,” I said, pulling back my wrist, but he wasn’t budging. “He was all over me!”

Wes was probably being friendly, but I was not too fond of Neo insinuating that I was all up on his best friend.

He stopped walking once we were outside. Neo turned me toward him, but he didn’t let go of me. His fingers were still on my wrist, and they had no intention of letting go.

His chest rose and fell a little faster. I wondered if it was the anger or if our little walk had winded him that much. I was the one who should have been struggling.

Neo looked down at me with a sneer on his perfectly symmetrical face.

“And why would Wes want you?”

Ouch.

Okay, that stung. Not that I wanted Wes, but he didn’t have to say it like that.

“I don’t know. Why don’t we go and ask him?” I raised my brow in defiance.

I hoped he didn’t take me up on the offer.

“You’re drunk already,” he thankfully changed the subject.

“Am not.”

I was, but he didn't know since we avoided one another.

“You spent the whole night at the bar.”

That bit caught me off guard. Had he been paying attention to me? And why did that thought have my stomach swirling all of a sudden? It was a warm feeling, but it wasn’t anxiety, that feeling I knew all too well.

Since I was drunk, I couldn’t stop my mouth from running off.

“You were watching me?”

Neo let go of me as if I burned him. He scoffed and put his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“The only thing I watched was how pathetic you looked as you threw yourself at every single man who talked to you.”

The venom in his voice was what I needed to sober up.

It didn’t matter that once upon a time we opened up to each other. That we shared a tragedy, because the Neo I had conjuredup in my head was not real. This one before me was, and he was not kind.

“Fuck you.”

I began to walk away, needing to get away from him immediately. Unfortunately, in my grand exit, I missed a step, my ankle twisted, and then I felt as if gravity was being pulled from me.

“Fuck!” I hissed.

Before I could be acquainted with the ground, an arm wrapped around me. Correction. Neo’s arm wrapped around me.

He pulled me back against his body, his hand curved around me, digging into my waist. If his hand slid down just a few inches lower, he would be holding on to my exposed skin. Was he aware of that fact?

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