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“Where are you taking me?” I asked, hating the fact that he was manhandling me.
“To my room,” he informed me as he walked to his bedroom. There was no point in struggling because he was stronger than I was. Once he entered his room, he walked over to his bed and dropped me on it. I landed with a bounce and I made a move to climb back off.
“If you move one foot off the bed, I’ll tie you to it,” he threatened as he glared at me.
He’d broken down a door already and I had no doubt that if I tried to move off the bed he would tie me down, so I stayed where I was.
He gave me one last look before he disappeared into the bathroom. I slumped back against the pillows. It would be pointless to try and leave his room because I knew he would just find me and haul me back.
At times he could be so annoying.
He returned dressed in sweats and I glared at him even though the half-naked sight of him made my stomach flip. He ignored my glare and got in the bed on the opposite side.
He pulled me down and into his arms.
“Enough, Scar,” he whispered softly when I struggled against him.
As annoyed as I was, I couldn’t help feeling a little bad that I was fighting with him after everything that had happened earlier. As strong as he was, I could tell he’d taken strain.
So for the moment I decided to ease up and instead snuggled into his arms. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and held me close.
Despite the fact that I was angry with him, I couldn’t help being super aware of how his body molded to mine and I felt an awareness in my body that I’d never felt before.
Ah, crap!
I realized it was going to be harder to keep myself from succumbing to his kisses because my body had a mind of its own. It didn’t matter that I was still angry, because no matter what my mind said, my hormones reveled in the feel of him against me.
I was tired. Instead of sleeping, though, I lay beside him, listening to his steady breath while I fought with my body’s reaction to his. Every brush of skin against skin made me hold my breath.
It was only going to be a matter of time before I gave in to my female urges and had my way with him. I closed my eyes as an image of the two of us getting hot and heavy flashed into my mind. There was no doubt that he knew how to please a girl.
It must have been hours later that I finally drifted off to sleep. But I knew in the morning I’d have to face the problems I’d been wrestling with.
And tomorrow we could argue about the fighting thing again.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Scarlett
The next morning when I awoke, I didn’t feel Cade’s warmth. I opened an eye and scanned the room. The sun shone through a gap in the curtains as I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
I was alone.
We’d only known each other for a short space of time, but I already didn’t like waking up without him in the bed.
With renewed determination, I slid off the bed. I wanted to go and have a shower, but I didn’t have any clothes to change into.
It was then that I noticed a set of folded female clothes on the side table with a new toothbrush. The clothes were a black shirt and a pair of gray sweats and, although they were a size too big, I wasn’t going to complain because at least they were clean.
After a quick shower, I brushed my teeth and got dressed.
I walked down the hallway and when I heard some activity inside Gary’s room, I knocked briefly on the door.
“Come in,” Gary instructed.
I opened the door and found him sitting at the desk, typing away on a laptop. Where had he gotten it? Since the scare at school, we hadn’t managed to get any clothes or other stuff from the house.
“Hi,” he greeted briefly before he turned his concentration back to what he was doing.
