Page 107 of Prove Me Wrong
“I wasn’t crying,” I grumble.
Damon snorts a laugh. “You would be if I weren’t here. Now go get her before I fire you.”
Fingers curling around the cold metal in my grip, I nod once before dashing to my Ute. Yanking the door open, I slide into the seat, jam the key into the ignition, and pick up my phone.
It rings six times before Tatum picks up. “Noah.” Her tone is a little worried and breathy. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“Where’s Mia staying? I need to know. I have to come get her,” I say too quickly that I sound like a cassette tape being sped up. My heart is beating a million miles an hour as I drive towards my house, possibly speeding because I am not at all focused on the gauge. The roar of the engine is nothing compared to the nerves buzzing through my ears, hands gripping the wheel so tightly that my knuckles are bloodless.
I hear a deep snort of laughter in the background, making me frown. My hands start to get clammy with sweat. “What?” I grit out, confused about who is with her right now.
“She left three hours ago, man,” Sinnett’s voice comes through the phone.
My foot slams on the brakes in the middle of the road, the car sliding to a stop as my jaw drops open. “What? Who?”
“Sin,” Tatum whines.
Sinnett’s voice softens. “I’m telling him, strawberry.”
“You—what—where is she?” I push out, realising that these two must be together again. I'm praying that I'm talking with them while they’re both decent and clothed. “She’s on her way home, wanker. Now let us go, we have?—”
I end the call, knowing it’ll probably irritate Sinnett that I've hung up on him, but I don’t care.
Mia is coming home.
Speeding through the street, my chest pounds like I have boulders rattling around my ribcage. The car slows out the front of our houses. June’s driveway is Jeepless. Pulse thrumming in my throat, making it dry and burn, I park my car awkwardly on the street before jumping out.
She’s not here.She’s not here.She’s not here.
Hands holding the back of my head, I let out a heavy breath, my lungs stinging. Thoughts shoot through my mind, ones I've stamped down and pushed aside at the thought of something happening to her. Bile tickles as I try collecting my breathing, controlling myself before I start panicking again. I’ve already lost Em to a car accident; I can’t lose Mia to one, too.
Mind spiralling, my hands fall to my sides when I hear the soft rumble of her car. Head snapping up, I see the grey Jeep pull into June’s driveway.
I’m already racing over to her, and before Mia has turned off the car, I yank open the driver’s door to her glassy silver eyes. Mia’s perfectly carved face looks at mine, and I think I’m falling in love with her all over again. I don’t fight the smile forming on my lips.
“Grey.” The word comes out like a secret.
She lets out a sob as her hands slide around my waist, scrunching in the fabric of my dirty overalls before pulling me into a kiss. Lips touching hers, the fire in me ignites once more, flickering to life. The softness of her mouth meshing with mine feels like two puzzle pieces fitting together again. Two magnets join after spending too much time apart. Hands holding the chair on either side of her, Mia’s fingers fist in the fabric of my top, not letting go of me.
I breathe her in—the jasmine of her perfume, the cherry blossom of her hair making my senses tingle as I try getting as close to her as I can.I never want this to end, but I also want her to pinch me so that I know this is real.
Pulling away from me, I almost whimper. We both pant like we just ran a marathon. “Noah,” she hushes out, and I can’t look away from her shuttering eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t,” I grunt, and pull her back into me, not wanting to waste another second on apologies. I just want her. All of her.
She moans against me. My lips vibrate as I feel my blood draining south. My fingers find the button, switching off her car before I slide my hands underneath her, lifting Mia out of her car. Mouth leaving hers, I carry her to my house as she clings to me. I can tell she’s lighter, a gauntness settling in her flushed cheeks. I hate to think she’s been feeling just as horrible as I have this past week, but I don’t doubt that she has. Possibly even worse after the lies my mum fed her.
Pushing the front door open, I slam it shut with my foot before bringing her straight into the kitchen. Sitting her on the cold stone bench, Mia gives a small hiss as I move backwards and rip off my overalls, not wanting to get the grease and fumes on her. I catch Mia’s eyes widening on me.
“Grey?”
Fingers stopping, I watch as she slides off the bench. My pulse slows, afraid of what she’s about to say.
Eyes looking between mine, she comes to stand in front of me, hands resting on the loops of my pants as her throat works. “I hate what you did.”
My throat burns as I watch her eyes watering again, and my head shakes, words filling my mouth. “I didn’t. It wasn’t me. I wouldn’t?—”
Her fingertip presses my lips together, and I don’t move. Silence fills the air, tension pulling us together. Grey eyes heavy, framed in her beautiful, dark lashes, I wait patiently for her to keep going as my heatedskin starts to pebble. “I thought you had hurt me, after you told me you wouldn’t. After—” She pauses to lick her bottom lip. “After you told me you loved me.”
