Page 54 of His White Moonlight
A second later, my back was against the closet door, and my hands were pinned over my head by one of Bennett's.I could feel the edge of the towel I’d tucked in above my breasts loosen.
“Cut it out, Bennett.Save your tantrum for when I’m dressed so I don’t embarrass both of us.”
His gaze raked down my body in a way that set off the warning bells in my head.
He breathed in deeply.
“Stop smelling my emotions!”
“You’re frustrating me,” he said.
“Me?You took my bed!”
“What do you see me as, Wrenly?”he asked with a level of calm that made me want to hurt him.
“Probably not the best time to ask me because youwon’tlike the answer.”
He growled and dipped his head so I felt his exhale on my neck.My eyes went wide as I realized what kind of mood he was in, and I started fighting against his hold.
The towel came loose and pooled around my feet.
I froze.
So did Bennett.
Closing my eyes against the swell of embarrassment and pure rage, I said, “Leave before I do something that will see one of us bleeding again.”
“I’m not giving up, Wrenly.I’ll never give up.”
Then he released me.I quickly opened my eyes as I covered myself, but he was already gone.
With my temper flaring, I slammed a drawer closed…or I tried to.It was one of those silent kinds that wouldn’t slam, which only made me madder.
What did it matter how I left school?Why was he being so obsessive?He needed to get a life.No, better yet, he needed his dumb mate.
In the middle of my silent rage-fest, doubt crept in.
What if he told Mom and Dad I’d snuck out of school?The thought worried me.I needed their trust if I wanted to attend the University of my choice.
I let out a frustrated growl.
Bennett was right.We weren’t done with this topic.
I hurried to finish dressing then found him in his bedroom.He was facing away from the door, just standing there like a lunatic with his hands fisted at his sides.At least, he hadn’t thrown his dresser this time.
“If you say anything to Mom and Dad about me leaving school without permission, I promise I’ll tell them what you just did.”
He was in front of me so fast that I never even saw him move.
“What did I just do?”
The anger in his gaze had me second-guessing my threat, or at least the timing of it.
I retreated a step, but he followed.
“When are Mom and Dad coming home?”I asked.
“They aren’t.You’re stuck with me, and I’m out of patience.”
