Page 162 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part One

“Yeah, I know,” I say, going for a bright tone. Storm pauses.

“Are you going to Harvard in the fall, Shae?”

That question causes the temperature to drop, and I freeze.

“It’s going to be okay either way, baby,” he murmurs.

Will it?

I start to panic as I think through his question—the implications, the fallout. The way Daddy reacted when I suggested not going….

With jerky movements, I slide off his lap and flop onto his passenger seat. Searching in the glove compartment for some napkins, I try to do a quick clean-up to catch some of the cum leaking out of me.

“About that,” I say, looking down between my legs. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna go.”

I still don’t look up as I take care of myself, sensing Storm shifting around to put himself back into his pants.

To buy more time, I search the storage space in front of me for a small plastic bag. I don’t find one, but it doesn’t matter because Storm plucks the soiled napkin from my hand before shoving it in his jeans pocket.

“Shae, will you look at me?”

It takes a lot of effort for me to do as he asks, but I eventually find myself looking into his eyes.

“Are you happy with this decision?”

No.

“Yes,” I say, trying for a smile. “I’m happy. This is a great opportunity for me.”

Another smile.

Storm reaches out to rub my cheek.

“I’m behind you one hundred percent.”

Dear God, I hope that’s true.

He looks like he wants to say more, but all he does is smile at me.

As Storm drives me back to my apartment, we sit in silence, with his hand unconsciously rubbing circles on my thigh and my hand resting on top of his, not wanting any separation between us.

We don’t speak when he parks the car, or when he holds my hand as we walk, or when we descend in the elevator, or when we stop at my front door. But he does give me a long kiss.

A desperate kiss.

Or maybe that’s just from me.

“Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night?” I ask. We’ve been trading off where we sleep, with me spending most of my nights at his place.

He gives me another long kiss before resting his forehead on mine.

“I wish, but I’ve got some business to take care of tonight.”

The sound of that has alarm bells ringing in my mind, but I silence them. If this is ever going to work with Storm, I’m going to have to trust him. He hasn’t shown me any reason to be suspicious of him—the whole shit with Bambi aside.

But even with that, Storm told me what was going on, and when he did, I chose to believe him.

So I’m going to choose to continue believing him.

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