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I slap his chest playfully as I snuggle in, closing my eyes and breathing in the stale scent of sweat and sex. Enjoying the tranquility of not having to worry about where I’m falling asleep—and what could be waiting for me once I do.
Maybe this won’t be too bad.
I clench my jaw. I just have to try to keephimout of my mind.
As long as I manage to do that, I should be fine.
CHAPTER 23
PERIS
One week.
It’s been a whole goddamn week since he’s looked me in the eye. Since he’s touched me, kissed me,fucked me.
And I’m losing my fucking mind.
My eyes follow him as he walks across the commons room, baggy jeans and chains swishing, eyes never straying this way, and I’ve fuckinghad it.
“Abel!” I snap loud enough, several heads turn in my direction. I don’t pay them any mind. I only ever have eyes for my runt.
His footsteps slow until, eventually, they stop, but he doesn’t turn, doesn’t look my way. I clench my jaw, hands balling between my spread legs. I feel Gabe’s eyes on the side of my face like a knife, prodding and slicing, desperate to know but refusing to ask.
“Come here,” I tell Abel, my voice low, but his full body shiver tells me he heard me just fine.
He hesitates, and I watch his hands tighten on the straps of his shitty backpack. “No,” he whispers eventually, and then, he’s gone, rushing through the room and down the hall. I balk at himfor a few seconds, the heated stares of dozens on me before I take off, following Abel.
By the time I make it down the same hall, he’s gone, but I know where he went. I follow him up the stairs to the roof, where the blistering cold washes over my skin and sobers me instantly.
No longer am I boiling in anger but simmering in hurt—and I’m not sure I like it any better.
Anger is easier, more familiar.
This… thisfeeling, I don’t fucking like.
Abel sighs loudly, and that grates on my nerves.
“What do you want, Peris?” he says, his teeth chattering against the wind.
“I want to know what the fuck is going on,” I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest. My hoodie is doing nothing to block out the cold.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing,” I deadpan.
“That’s what I said.”
“No shit, runt. I’m confused.”
“Nothing new there,” he mutters, and I snap. I rush up to him and snatch him up by the back of his neck, yanking him back into my body. He yelps, stumbling until he has no choice but to fall against me. I wrap my arm around his waist, keeping him pinned.
I graze my cold lips against his reddened ear, enjoying the way he shivers so fucking beautifully. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, Abel, but it seems like you’ve forgotten.”
“Jesus.”
I ignore him, heat and anger swirling in my gut as he grinds his hips into me. “You’re mine. You don’t get to fucking ignore me and act like I don’t exist. I gave you time. An entire week of it—which is more than you deserve. And during that week, did yougive me one fucking ounce of your attention?” I graze my teeth along his pulse point. He shivers.
“Hmm? Did you?”
