The secret lurked somewhere deep inside me, like vicious eyes peering out from a dark corner.
Why Lily really got cut off from Dad’s payroll.
Not my story to tell, either.
My stomach went cold. I was silent for a minute, feeling myself building a wall of ice between me and Max brick by brick.
Protecting him.
Taking the pain, shouldering the guilt, and keeping him at a distance like I knew I had to.
“Do as you please,” I told him. “This room is yours.”
I walked away, heading down the long hall toward one of the guest bedrooms instead.
Max didn’t call after me. Didn’t protest.
He let me go.
I woketo a hand on my arm, my breath catching as I shot up in bed.
“Fuck.”
My heart pounded. I’d been dreaming, vague, bad dreams.
“I tried six different doors before I found this one,” Max’s voice came through the dark room.
It was him.
I knew it would be him, or maybe I’d just been hoping it was him. Hoping this all wasn’t a dream.
I’d drawn the blinds shut and I could barely see anything other than the outline of his figure and the dim light from the doorway where he was standing.
I was disoriented, being in my house that no longer felt like mine, and being in a room I’d never slept in before. This roomhad mostly been used after parties, for anyone to crash in when they needed.
“This house does have a lot of doors,” I finally said, my voice heavy with sleep.
“Too many.”
I took in a slow breath, watching his figure in the doorframe.
“But you found me,” I said.
“I’m sorry,” Max said.
“Don’t be.”
“Well, I’m still sorry I disturbed your sleep,” he said.
My eyes were adjusting a little and I could make out his features now. He watched me for a moment before he stepped over on the hardwood floor, tossing back the blankets. The mattress moved under his weight, and I felt him getting into the bed beside me.
I groaned.
“Don’t,” I warned him.
But the side of his body pressed up against mine in the bed. My heart was slamming in my chest now as I felt his proximity.
Everything I want.