Page 65 of Keep Me Never
I burst out of the doors, my adrenaline at an all-time high.
I wait until I’m almost at her room to call her, my limbs shaking.
My anxiety spikes as the phone rings and rings, and she doesn’t pick up.
My fist comes down heavy on the cheap wood, and no one answers.
Why isn’t she answering?
I bang harder. Longer.Louder.
Finally, the door is yanked open but before our eyes meet, I shove my way into her dorm room, vaguely registering her squeal as my eyes snap from each small corner, waiting for the moment they collide with another man’s. But the space is empty, no closets or bathrooms to hide inside.
“Chase, what?—”
“Just…” I close my eyes and my head falls back as I take a deep breath, trying to find some semblance of calm. “Give me a second.”
Inhale.
He’s not here.
She wasn’t in here with him.
Exhale.
But she was out with him and for a lot longer than planned.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, worried.
A scoff leaves me, and I shake my head. “No, Paige. No, everything is not okay.”
“What happened?” She shuffles closer, but I still can’t quite look at her.
“Did you have fun?” The words come out sharper than intended.
My eyes cut her way at her answering silence, even though I stay facing the wall.
“Did you have fun tonight?”
Her little head tips, gaze safe on mine. “What’s this about?”
In the next second, I’m crowding her, stepping in to her. “Tell me. Tell me if you had a fun.”
“Yes.” A frown builds on her brow, but she doesn’t look away. “I had a good time tonight.”
My jaw clenches, and I close my eyes. “Did he like your dress?”
“I… What?”
My lids flick open, and I don’t realize I’m walking until her back meets the door, my knuckles find their way under her chin, and I tip her head back, so she’s forced to look at me.
“Did Prescott like the dress you bought just for him?”
That little scowl of hers deepens, but I push on.
“That dress. Did he tell you, you looked perfect in it? Because you did. Did he tell you you looked like something no one else should touch?” My insides are fucking folding. “Because that’s what I thought.”
She swallows, gaze ping-ponging between my eyes.
