Page 80 of Run For Me
Her eyes are closed, lips parted and nostrils flaring to catch her breath. I lean in to kiss her, softly but deeply. She moans into my mouth, and I rest my forehead on hers for just a second before finally turning to leave.
This girl is fucking with me so badly, and she doesn’t even know it.
I hurry down the stairs and into the bathroom to take a moment to breathe. My heart is pounding, and I’m not even sure it’s from the sex. It’s the way I feel. The way she makes me feel. The way I fucking care.
I pull my phone from my pocket, turning to rest against the vanity and send her a text.
Me:Let me know you’re okay.
I care way too much about this girl. I shouldn’t, I really fucking shouldn’t.
Little Dove:I’m so okay.
I smirk as I send her a kissy-face emoji, then frown at my phone. Who the fuck am I?
Splashing some cold water on my face, I take a moment to settle, then head out of the bathroom. When I tug the door open, Mindy is standing there with her face pulled up like she’s sucking on a lemon.
“What the fuck do you want?” I bark.
She steps forward, and I try to move around her, but she puts a hand on my chest and shoves me. She’s not strong, but I wasn’t expecting it, so I stumble back. She slams the door shut, locking it.
“Who is she?” she asks when she turns around.
“Excuse me?”
“The bitch with the pink hair. Who the fuck is she?”
God fucking damnit. Can I have anything in my life without someone fucking ruining it?
“Fuck off, Mindy,” I say, going to move past her, but her hands plant on my chest and she pushes me hard. I’m ready for it this time, and barely budge. But once her hands drop, I move to her. She stumbles back until she’s against the wall, and I point my finger in her face, lowering my voice to a deadly volume.
“If you even think about saying a word to her, I will fucking kill you,” I seethe.
Her eyes widen, lips part. I’ve never seen her scared before. She’s pissed me off plenty, and normally she keeps her stupid I’m so cute you can’t really be mad at me look on her face, but now? She knows I’m not fucking around. Doesn’t mean she’lllisten, but when she’s dead, she won’t have a choice. I yank the door open and slam it behind me.
Once I’m back downstairs, I look out for my girl and find her back with her friend—and I realize right away that something is wrong. Her friend is hardly standing up on her own. The guy they’ve been hanging out with, someone Colton knows, is holding her up. Sailor is talking to him, concern on her face, while the guy has on some charming smile like he’s trying to convince Sailor of something.
Hell fucking no.
I push through the crowd to get to the back, where I find Colton on a lounger by the pool—where he always fucking is.
“We got a problem,” I say to him. He’s mid-laugh, but his face falls and he gets to his feet immediately.
“What’s going on?”
I explain the situation to him, and he doesn’t hesitate to go inside and seek them out. I watch from the crowd.
Yes, I could have gone over there and figured this out myself, but I won’t ruin what Sailor and I have over some idiot frat boy. Had I not been able to find Colton, the situation would have been different. I would have gone over there if it was the only option.
Colton walks over, and I can see in his face he isn’t fucking around. I read his lips. What the fuck is going on?
Sailor looks at him carefully, assessing him as if she’s wondering if that’s me. It makes me smirk. Her gaze goes right down to his forearms, noting his sleeves are pulled up. Colorful tattoos.
Smart girl.
That idiot guy they’re with rolls his eyes and shoves Sailor’s friend at Colton like she’s a fucking piece of trash. It takes everything in me not to go after him myself. I’m not into thatshit. I’m into some fucked up shit, I get that, but I’m not a fucking rapist and I’m not on board with rapists.
Douchebag runs out the door. Colton talks to Sailor, his arm still around Amelia, and I realize that I didn’t tell him not to say anything about me or my name. Maybe Sailor would put it together, maybe she wouldn’t. I have no idea. Knowing my name wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen, but she’d realize how much JT hits home.
