Page 94 of Hiding Secrets
“Good to hear.” I take a drink of my own water.
“I have you to thank, really.” She stands up, “You gave me the dye.”
“I didn’t make you use it though. That was you, your choice.”
“Still. Thank you.” She takes a deep breath, giving me a smile that makes my chest ache. “I don’t know how to describe it, but it helped me. I see him in one less place now. I don’t seeEdenanymore. I see Elliott.”
“Good.” I fumble with my water bottle, her eyes looking straight into my soul again. “I’m glad something I did actually helped you.”
“Not a full cure but it means a lot, to move a step forward.”
She doesn't usually stay to have conversations with me after our sessions, and for some reason I didn’t want it to end. The pull to her seems to have my feet planted in place while the voice whispers to step closer, to comfort her more.
“Well, I’ll see you later.” She says still standing in place. “Same time tomorrow?” She jokes, knowing damn well that we train every morning nowadays.
“Of course.” I chuckle.
We stand there for a moment in silence, neither of us moving but both of our gazes keep crossing paths.
She claps her hands, “Okay…well…see you around the house.” She turns to leave but my feet follow her, grabbing her shoulder and spinning her back around.
“Are we not gonna talk about it?”
“What?” Her eyes widen and her chest raises at my sudden closeness.
“The kiss.” I step closer.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Do you not?” I rebut.
She tilts her head at me, “I’m not the one that ran away.”
Shit, she has a point. I ran. I left her in my room without a word and I didn’t even join Hunter and her for dinner or anything. I needed to process. I needed to figure out what the fuck was going on. Why did she have this pull on me? Why was it that when she kissed me, I felt the piece of me I’ve been missing my whole life?
Fuck, it was all messed up.
“What did you mean the other day when you said ‘you wanted to take control to heal’?”
“What?” She queries. Confused by the change in topic.
“You said you wanted to own someone like they tried to own you. What did you mean?”
“Marcus.” Her eyes glare at me now and she takes a step back from me, “Don’t.”
I know exactly what she meant that day. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since she said it. I just wanted to hear her say it to me again. I wanted to know I wasn’t going crazy, and that she really wanted it.
“Tell me.” I close the distance.
“No.” She pulls her wrist out of my hold and turns to leave again.
I drop to my knees. My brain scrambles to understand what the fuck I am doing.
I was used to being on my knees for Kameron and Hunter, but for her? I never thought I would want to crawl to a woman more in my entire life. She had me aching for her touch while simultaneously wondering what it would feel like to wrap my fingers around her neck and pin her down on this floor.
She stops in her tracks at the sound of me hitting the floor and turns to look down at me.
"I can give you what you need. Just tell me what it is."
