Page 34 of Curvy Cabin Fever
“I’m not letting you leave like this,” Morgan states, his voice low. “Not when you’re upset.”
I let out a shaky breath, clenching my hands into fists at my sides. “I’ll get over it,” I snap. “Worse things have happened, and I’m still alive.”
Damien lets out a low growl. “Like what?”
I swallow hard.
Morgan shakes his head at Damien, reaching out for me. “Not now, D.”
Morgan steps even closer, so close I can see the way his jaw tenses; his fingers lightly brush against mine. “What about the things we said to you?” he asks, voice low, edged with something dark. “Did you take them seriously, too?”
I flinch.
Because no, I haven’t.
“You said that so I’d let you do what you wanted with me,” I blurt out, my eyes closing with sheer humiliation. Like these guys need to useanyone.There would be girls queuing up around the block if they could fuck these men, no matter what they said to them.
Rhett included.
“I meant what I said,” he continues, shaking his head. “You’re not a fucking game to me, Aria.”
“Nor me,” Damien agrees quietly. “You’re…special.”
Morgan sucks in a breath and nods his agreement, stroking my hand so softly I shiver, but then I let out a bitter laugh.
“Tell that to Rhett.”
Morgan’s jaw tics, his eyes flashing. “He’s a fucking idiot. He doesn’t know something good if it punches him in the face. Right, D?”
Damien snorts and pulls me closer. “I liked punching him in the fucking face. I might go out there and punch him again for upsetting our girl.”
I take in a breath, my chest so tight it physically hurts.
Our girl? Punching Rhett?
I need to leave. I need to go before they break me down completely.
I force my voice to steady. “Let me go.”
Damien doesn’t move.
Neither does Morgan.
Instead, Morgan lifts a hand, reaching out. His fingers trail along the edge of my jaw, eyes so tender my chest aches. My breath hitches, and his eyes darken.
And then, so low I almost don’t hear it, he murmurs, “Not a chance.”
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DAMIEN
I’m going to fucking kill Rhett.
He’s a grumpy bastard most of the time, but he never gets to me. No one does—it takes a lot.
But making Aria cry? Making her want to leave?
Fuck no.
