Page 32 of Curvy Cabin Fever
I unlock the door and step back into Morgan’s room, my heart hammering against my ribs as I head towards the living room where my things should be.
Shit—they’re in Damien’s room.
I chew on my lip, contemplating leaving without my things. I don’t care if I have to walk through the fucking snowstorm barefoot—I just need to get the hell out of here.
My coat will be on the sofa, and my boots must be somewhere nearby. I’m in a hoodie—sorry, Morgan—and the Jeep has heaters. I’ll be fine.
Right?
I open the door and slam right into a solid chest.
Large hands grab my arms before I can stumble back, steadying me.
Damien.
He looks down at me, his brows furrowing when he sees my face. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
I freeze.
My heart leaps, my breath catching in my throat as I stare up at Damien.
His grip on my arms is firm but not rough, his touch steadying even as my world spins out of control.
Yet again, I’m blinded by his fucking beauty, and I curse myself for being such a sap. I need to say something, maybe an emergency at home—anythingthat will get me away from these men.
But Damien isn’t an idiot.
His dark eyes sweep over my face, taking in my tear-streaked cheeks, my red, swollen eyes. His jaw tightens.
“Aria,” he says, his voice low, serious.
I try to move past him, but he doesn’t let me. “Please move.” My voice wobbles, my hands shaking as I push against his chest.
He doesn’t budge. His brows pull together, his eyes flickering with something dangerous. “You’re crying.” His voice is softer now, but that doesn’t mean he’s letting me go.
I swallow hard, my pulse hammering. “I’m fine.”
“You’re full of shit.”
I clench my jaw, looking away.
I can’t do this.
Not with him. Not withanyof them.
I try to step around him, but he grips my waist, spinning me back toward him.
“Talk to me.” His voice is gruff, but there’s something else there. Something that makes my heart skip a thousand beats in a second.
I shake my head, blinking rapidly. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
His eyes narrow. “Bullshit.”
I let out a shaky laugh, but it sounds broken. “I’m leaving, Damien. Are you gonna stop me?” I challenge him, trying to sound firm, but my voice wavers.
His jaw tics, his grip tightening. “Yeah. I am.”
His words send a jolt through me, like a live wire pressed to my skin. I shake my head. “You can’t keep me here.”
