Page 66 of Resist
“Your loss. I’m sure Dimps would be more than happy to carry you.”
I ignored the comment, continued into the room, then shouted back, “Don’t be out too late. And BEHAVE.”
“We always do,” Josh shouted back.
Smiling, I ducked backstage and grabbed my clutch from underneath a storage box then turned and collided with Lucas.
“Fuck the living dead!” I clasped at my chest. “What are you doing? You scared me half to death.”
He stepped forward, his expression severe. “I want to know why you do that.”
I moved back. “Do what?”
“What you did in the change room tonight. Every time I try to get close to you, you bury me in front of everyone.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” I went to move around him, but he placed his hand on my arm.
“Lucas, letgo.”
He raised his hands as if under arrest. “You bury me, and you know it.”
“Maybe I do it because you keep crossing the line. Have you thought about that?”
“So what if I do! Maybe the line is there to be crossed every fucking now and again.”
“Not my lines.”
“Why? Because they’re made of solid gold?”
“Move out of my way. I’m not doing this with you. Not now.”
“Why won’t you let me cross your lines?”
“BECAUSE MY LINES ARE ALL I HAVE!” I shouted.
He lunged forward and smashed his lips onto mine, but I wasn’t having it this time. Not after tonight, and certainly not after his ‘performance’.
Letting go of my crutches, I broke the kiss, shoved him in the chest, and slapped him across the face. “Don’t you dare kiss me.”
His hand shot up and touched the spot I’d hit, his eyes wide.
“You don’t get to do that, not after tonight.”
He didn’t answer.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” I seethed, balancing on one leg.
He still didn’t answer, so I hopped forward and poked my finger at his bicep.
“Was that woman ‘old’ enough for you?”
“Helena, don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Do whatever it is you’re doing.”
I ignored him and moved even closer, my chest brushing his. “Was she mature enough?” I hissed.
