Page 91 of His White Moonlight
“That’s why I came back here,” she said, offering him a sweet smile he didn’t even notice.
“Thanks.I’ll call if I need anything.”
I darted around Bennett and claimed his bathroom for the next ten minutes.My hands weren’t in the best shape for the dress that Miranda picked out.The apron neckline had a tiny button at the back of my neck that I couldn’t quite manage, and the snug mini skirt required a little tugging to get it into place, but the dress itself wasn’t awful.
With the exposed shoulders and the entire back cut out, it required me to ditch my bra, which I didn’t mind.Thankfully, the sheer front slit overskirt helped me feel less exposed.
“I need help with the button,” I called.
Instead of Miranda, Bennett opened the door.
“Where’s Miranda?”
“Not here.It’s me or nothing.”
Play nice,I reminded myself.
With a sigh, I lifted my hair and turned away from him.His fingers skimmed my back, dragging up toward the neckline at the same time as something brushed my neck above the button.
Panic exploded inside of me.
Pivoting, I raised my hands, ready to push him away, but he was just standing there, hands at his sides like nothing happened.I knew somethinghadhappened, though.My neck was still tingling from the ghosted brush of his lips.
I wasn’t crazy.I knew what I’d felt.
“I’ll figure out the button on my own.”
He spun me around and had my wrists pinned against the wall a second later.This time, I was facing away from him.My breath whooshed out of me.
The only thing stopping me from freaking out was the fact that he wasn’t pressing me against the wall.Just carefully holding my hands there.
“This is why I don’t trust you,” I said, my voice shaking.
His other hand brushed my hair over my shoulder and expertly fished the button through the tiny hole.
“This isn’t why you don’t trust me, Wrenly,” he said close to my ear.“You haven’t trusted me since you came home.Why?”
His fingers trailed over my shoulder, and my panic spiked.I tore a hand free from his hold and drove my elbow into his ribs without thinking.Pain exploded.
“Dammit!”I yelled, immediately cradling it.
He spun me around and tried extending my arm.
“Stop manhandling me.”
“I just want to make sure it’s?—”
“Not your problem.Back off, Bennett, or I’m going to have a lot worse than a bruised elbow.”
He inhaled deeply.“Why are you afraid, Wrenly?Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
I closed my eyes, willing myself not to give away more than I had.
Be angry, Wren.Angry is safe.
Focusing on the pain, I let anger take control.
“Why is my elbow bruised, Bennett?”
