Page 18 of Puck Me Secretly

I felt him move back up over me, and then his face was above mine. I opened my eyes to his. He appeared dangerous. Eyes dark. A savage hunger made his jaw tight and his eyes narrow. He seemed to be hanging onto his control by a thread.

“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you.”

“I want that too.”

And then I ruined it by yawning.

He rested his forehead against mine, his eyes squeezed shut. And then he rolled off me, stood up and pulled me onto shaking legs. I blinked as he pushed the robe off my body. I stood naked, watched as he pulled the bed covers back.

“Come on, get in.”

I crawled in. I stared up at him. Exhaustion, from the plane crash and my orgasm, pulled at my eyelids. “Are you going to lie down too?”

He leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips. “Soon. First, have a little rest.”

“Okay.” I felt happy.

And then sleep claimed me.

CHAPTER 6

Pissed didn’t even describemy emotions. My anger overruled my fear as I boarded my flight to Vancouver. Take off?No issue. I was too busy stewing over how I had woken up alone in Max’s hotel room.

He left a note. A fucking note.

I pulled it out for the tenth time:Had fun. Hope you get back to Vancouver okay. Max.

What the actual fuck.

Anger flowed through my veins like molten metal. Raging, glowing, bubbling and boiling. Burning away my hurt and my pain.

How could he?

How could he, after everything we had experienced together, walk away without even saying goodbye? I knew he didn’t want to see me in Vancouver, but to not say goodbye?

The most frustrating part was I had no outlet for my fury because he was gone. He had disappeared out of my life.

And for that, I think I hated him.

When I walkedoff the plane, both of my parents waited in the airport lobby with concerned expressions on their faces.

“Hi,” I hugged them both. “How are you guys?”

Their eyes met briefly before they focused their attention back to me.

Dad cleared his throat. “How was your flight?”

“Fine.”

Mom touched my face. “Darling, are you okay?”

My eyes were clear. And my face was devoid of expression. A mask to cover how I was feeling. “Yes.”

I realized Dad was standing in the airport at 2 PM on a workday. Dad never left work in the middle of the day. In fact, this might be the first time.

“Why are you two here?” I asked, glancing between the two.

“Sweetheart,” Mom turned to Dad for support. “You survived a plane crash.”

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