Page 217 of By His Play

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EFFIE

Inearly did it. I nearly did what he said.

More than once, I picked up my cell and almost cancelled on Brax.

But then I remembered that it wasn’t actually a date.

I’d lied again.

As planned, I worked late. But I was on tenterhooks the entire time, wondering if Kieran was going to come bursting back through the door to finish off what we started earlier.

“You’re mine.”

“You’re my dirty whore.”

A shudder works its way through me as I hear his words as vividly as if he just whispered them in my ear.

He makes out like he’s being serious when he says things like that.

But he can’t be.

Kieran doesn’t do serious. He doesn’t do relationships.

All he’s ever wanted is a bit of fun to distract him from real life for an hour or two.

It’s just sex talk.

Words that are said in the heat of the moment.

We had a fun weekend together. That was all it was.

Until last night…

What even was last night?

It had been nothing but radio silence from him since I sent him away, and then he turns up and does that?

And then again today...

I drop my head into my heads and groan loudly.

It does little to fix the mess in my head.

We need to talk. That’s what needs to happen.

We need to lay everything out on the table and figure out what we’re both really thinking.

The thought is terrifying. What if it is all in my head? What if it all is nothing more than a bit of fun for him?

I’m not sure I’ll survive hearing those words.

As much as I’m trying not to want more, I can’t help myself.

I spend my nights dreaming about what it was like being with him, and my days wishing he was still in my life.

I miss him more than I thought possible.

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