Page 15 of Sweet Hate
I lower my head, my mouth drawn to hers by some invisible force, when a bang on the door has us springing apart.
“Time’s up, lovebirds,” Lucas shouts from the other side.
I want to murder him. I forgot all about the party, the people outside, and the seven minute time limit.
Haven’s already frantically fixing her clothes and trying to tidy her hair, and that’s when I catch a glimpse of a red mark on her neck.
Did I do that when I bit her?
Not that it matters. She’s mine, and I have to find a way to kiss her again. This can’t be it.
I need her, and now I know she needs me.
My phone chimes beside me,snapping me back to the present. I growl in frustration, my rock-hard cock pulsing in my grasp. I wasn’t even aware I’d pulled it out of my sweatpants lost in memories of her.
Fucking traitor.
I glare down at my main man. He knows better. He was just as fucking broken when she left.
“Cold shower for you, asshole.”
I need to forget. I can’t go down this road again. I know it ends in disaster for me.
Remembering the aftermath from when she left, my blood simmers, this time with memories of pain. Of rage.
This is what I need. I need to hold onto the bad memories, the hurt she left me with. To remember that ultimately, I’ll end up alone.
I don’t do love. I won’t do love.
Love leaves you a broken shell of a man drowning in a sea of loneliness.
Boner. Officially. Dead.
A second chime interrupts my thoughts, drawing my attention to the phone beside me.
Mom
Axel, whereare you?
Mom
?????
Hell. I was meant to take her to the hardware store. I jump up from the sofa and run to the sink to wash my hands.
Me
Be there in ten. Sorry, runninglate.
Hurricane Haven’s been back in town for three days, and she’s already fucking with my head and my plans.
5
AXEL
Someone tell me what God I pissed off and why. Not only did Mom scold me like a kid when I picked her up, but I also got roped into taking her for lunch at the diner. Ordinarily, that’s not a problem, but given my inability to control myself around a certain someone, I really don’t want to be out in town more than necessary. My track record of avoiding her hasn’t been all that great so far.
And if we run into her, it's not like I can pretend I didn't know she was here. My mom is like a bloodhound, and she'll have me all figured out before we get drinks.
