Page 98 of Rush the Edge

I’ve said some insane shit over the years, but this has got to be one of the most unhinged things I’ve ever said to a woman.

What am I? A fucking caveman? Am I going to bang my chest every time a man looks at her?

This is exactly why we were better off separated. I can’t control myself when it comes to her.

“That’s crazy,” she whispers.

It takes every ounce of strength I have to pull away from her. “You make me crazy,” I admit. “Now go get your things. We’re going home.”

Thirty-Three

DAISY

The parking lot is emptying,and the inside of Kane’s car is becoming darker from the disappearing headlights. If I was still in the mood to play games with him, I’d lock the car and make him figure out a way to get inside.

Or better yet, I’d drive home without him and make him find his own way back to the apartments.

But jealousy outweighs my need for revenge.

If I were to do that, who’s to say he wouldn’t get a ride from that woman he was flirting with?

I recross my arms.

Kane irritates me more than anyone, yet I find myself hungry for each interaction. Every time we’re together, whether we’re arguing or not, I become needier than the time before.

I shut my eyes and rest my head against the glass window. The idling of the engine calms my rushing blood, and within seconds, heavy exhaustion slips in.

Flares have a way of sneaking in and catching me off guard, and the fear is in a constant loop inside my head when my body feels this fatigued.

I lied to my mom earlier when she called and asked if I was feeling okay. There’s no need for her to worry about a disease that is here to stay, and the less she knows about my random fevers or bouts of exhaustion, the better.

The revving of Kane’s car catches my attention.

My eyebrows furrow, and I readjust against the glass window.

Is the car moving?

A masculine scent hits my senses, and I relax. Still, after all this time, he smells the same.

“I know you’re awake,” he says quietly.

Just to be defiant, I remain silent.

After a few seconds of silence, he chuckles. I fall in and out of sleep for the next few minutes. By the vibrating beneath the tires, I know we’re entering the parking garage. The thought of having to walk to my apartment sends a roll of nausea into my stomach.

I’ll sleep in here.

“We’re home, little devil.”

Home.

A calmness settles over me like a blanket with the thought of us having a home together, but just as quickly, a wave of nausea hits me.

I make no acknowledgement to move.

Not even a twitch on my face.

Kane’s door opens and then closes.Ah, alone at last.

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