Page 19 of Prey

I quickly looked through the clothes he had gotten me.

His shirt and—

I gasped and opened the door before I thought better of it.

Roman was standing in front of the bed, his back to me. I hesitated for a quick second. It wasn’t like the hot shower I just took erased the size of him in my memory, but I still pulled up short when I got within touching distance from him.

He turned when he heard me, and I took half a step back. His heated eyes took me in from head to toe, and I tightened my grip around the towel.

I didn’t let him distract me.

“You went through my drawers!” I yelled out.

He smirked. “I thought you would be more comfortable in your own underwear.”

“What the fuck? Who does that?” I asked, coming in closer to him.

This wasn't the most intimate of all the things we had done, but it was the only thing I could hold on to at this point. It was the only thing flaming my anger, and anger was good because if I wasn’t angry with him, then I was… defeated.

Or worse yet, willing.

He took in the closing gap between us, his dark eyes flashing.

I stopped talking when I noticed his expression. I turned away and was about to go back to the safety of the bathroom when he snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me toward him until my body was plastered against his hard one.

I wiggled against him.

He firmed his hold as he leaned down. I froze when I felt his lips against my ear.

My chest pushed in and out with every breath I took, as we stood there, not saying anything to each other.

I focused on a small spot on the wall of the room.

“What do you think will happen when people start looking for me? They will, you know.”

We both knew it.

I should be happy if he gets caught for this. Yet, the thought of Roman going back to prison made me… uncomfortable.

I should want that, shouldn’t I?

Him being locked up and staying as far away from me as possible.

“What do you think will happen?” he asked, as if he didn’t know.

As if he didn’t plan that far ahead, and yet, Roman didn’t seem like the kind of man to just act on impulse.

So either he keeps me hidden away forever, or he kills me, but he had said earlier he couldn’t do that—wasn’t capable of it.

I was banking on that to be true.

But then, what would happen? I would just be stuck here in this cabin forever?

The thought sent a slight panic running through me, and I quickly shoved it down. There was no need to panic now.

Not yet.

When I felt his arms loosening around me, I took advantage of that and pushed away from him. He was staring down at me with unreadable eyes when I braved a quick look back.

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