Page 55 of His White Moonlight
Hewas out of patience?What aboutme?
Realizing we couldn’t both be out of control, I purposefully emptied myself of the storm of emotions I was feeling.Once I shut that afraid and angry part of myself away, I looked at Bennett with a calm gaze.
“What do you want?”
His hand cupped the back of my head, and I felt the tremble in his fingers as he drew my face toward his.My heart stuttered with fear and panic, though I tried not to feel it, and I turned my head away from him.
He set his forehead against my temple.
“I want you to stop seeing me as your enemy,” he said softly against my ear.“Please.”
The ‘please’ confused me.Bennett never said please to anyone.At least, not that I’d ever heard.
“I don’t see you as an enemy,” I said, resisting the urge to pull out of his hold.
“You don’t trust me.”
“I don’t know you, just like you don’t know me.Do you trust strangers?”
He was quiet for several long, tormenting seconds.
“You’re right.I’m sorry.”He sighed and released me, looking more in control.
Bennett definitely wasn’t stable.No one stable could switch moods that fast, could they?
“Will you give me a chance to get to know you?”he asked.
“Sure.Just don’t expect me to tell you everything like we’re at some weird, girl slumber party.”
“Is that what you did at school?”
I snorted.“Not my school.Were you serious that I can leave whenever I want now?By myself?”
His expression closed.“Why?Where do you want to go?”
“I’m not sure yet.I think I just want to see if I can.”
“Okay.Then, I was serious.I’ll call the guard now and let him know.”
A smile erupted on my face.“Thanks.Can I borrow your car too?I promise to be the most responsible and sensible driver and return it in one piece.”
He looked down for a second.“You’ll need to talk to Mom first.”
“What?Why?I thought you said you could make it so I can leave whenever I want.”
The intense way he looked up made me want to retreat a step, but I held my ground.
“You can.It’s just that…Mom will worry and want to know where you’re going and who you’re meeting.”
I stared at him, certain that, if I had his sense of smell, I would have caught him in a lie.
Without looking away, I dialed Mom and put her on speaker.
“Mom, can I borrow a car?”
“Of course, sweetie.Where are you going?Do you want company?Bennett could go with you.”
“Bennett’s busy, and I don’t know where I want to go.”
