Page 64 of Tied to You
I blow out my breath. “Not tonight.”
“Are you serious?” Mollie asks, dragging my arm back so that I’m facing her.
The second her eyes hit mine, I see everything I’ve missed these past few days. Fuck. There’s the pull again. The sudden flare of my heart kicking into action. “Yeah, baby, I am. You come with me now—”
“—or what?” she interrupts, wasting more of my fucking time.
I smirk. “Or I’ll throw you over my shoulder andtakeyou.”
Her shoulders drop. She knows I’m serious. She takes a moment simply taking me in. I let her take it, needing her to see that I’m fucking serious. She wants to refuse me, I can see it in the curve of her eyes. But she equally doesn’t want to cause a scene. “Go, Hen.” Her eyes stay on mine as she tells him to leave.
Henry doesn’t move.
Hell, we don’t move.
“What?” he eventually asks, reading us both.
Mollie turns to him then. “It’s fine. Please, go.”
He drags his eyes off me and looks at her. “You sure? I don’t want to leave you.”
“She’s fine, princess.”
His eyes are back on me.
I smile.
“Bloody hell. Please. Go. I’ll message you later.”
She what?
“No. You won’t.” A weird silence, or more so, an understanding passes between them. Posh boy then turns on his heels, and for the briefest of moments, I swear I see disappointment flash across Mollie’s face. I open my mouth to talk, but she turns, getting her face up in mine.
Her smell. Those eyes. The angry look on her face. “Hi.” The way she scowls at me only causes a smile to break on my face. It quickly drops when my phone vibrates again. Pulling it out, it’s Dean.Shit.I look back at her. She’s still scowling. Still beautiful. “Let’s go.” I slide my arm under hers, pulling her to follow me. I really don’t fucking want to take her to the house, but I won’t risk losing her or have posh boy finding her and convincing her I’m no good for her. I have a feeling I’m about to do that for myself.
She follows, but not without dragging her feet.
Fine by me. I pull her harder.
“Ouch,” she says flatly.
I ignore her, dodging people, making it to the back of the house. I call Dean, pulling her into me.
She huffs. “You better explain what the—”
I put my hand over her mouth. “Let me in,” I tell him when he answers.
Mollie bats my hand away, her eyes frighteningly glaring at me.
I wish I could explain every thought currently running through my head. But I don’t have the time.
When Dean opens the door, his eyes jump between both of ours.
Mollie’s head is doing the same.
“Fuck’s sake.” I grab Mollie’s arm and step forward, making Dean step back.
“What the fuck isshedoing here?”
