Page 25 of Waiting Forever
“I gotta go.” I shove the door open and race up the driveway.
My heart gallops in my chest. If he calls my parents on the first day I’m here, Mom will know everything isn’t as great as I led her to think in my earlier text.
The instant my foot hits the front porch, the door swings open. Nathan glares at me, then to the orange Mustang driving away, then back to me. With his jaw clenched, he raises his hands and curls his fingers into fists. “I am so mad at you right now.”
“Did you call my parents?” I ask, a little winded from running.
“That’s what you have to say to me?” He scowls. “Not sorry I didn’t reply or sorry I took off without telling you? Shit, Kensi, I’ve been a nervous wreck. Who the hell was that?” He gestures in the direction the Mustang left. “I didn’t know you had friends here.”
“I don’t.” I stay where I am and check my phone to see if I missed a call from my mom. Nope. He must not have contacted my family. Thank God.
“Then who was that?” he repeats through tight lips.
“A new friend.” I walk to the door, where his big body takes up all the space. “Can I get in?”
He doesn’t move. Instead, he puts his hands on his hips. “You can’t leave without telling me. You’re my responsibility now, which includes me knowing where you are at all times.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “At all times?”
“Yes.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“It’s responsible.”
“I’m not your responsibility. I’m not a child. I’m a grown adult. I could move out and live on my own if I wanted. I could get married. I could have a baby. Now please move.” I push past him, my arm brushing his as I enter the grand foyer.
He steps aside and slams the door closed.
“I’ll be in my room.”
He grabs my elbow before I can take a step. “You’re acting like a child. We need to talk about this.”
I jerk my arm away. “No. You’re acting like an overbearing parent. Dammit, Nathan. When are you going to see me as an adult?” I stalk into the great room, headed for the back corner of the house.
He follows me. “You owe me an explanation.”
“I owe you nothing,” I say over my shoulder and cringe at my words. He’s letting me live here so I owe him that, but I don’t owe him an explanation.
I slip into the hallway that leads to my room. He’s right behind me. “Kensington, stop!”
Geez.He’s relentless. “You don’t want to know why I left.” I hustle toward the bedroom door. So close to privacy.
He cuts me off and blocks the entrance to my room. “What in the hell is going on with you? You never used to act this way. Is this about what happened in Dallas?”
“No,” I huff. “And that is none of your business.” I glance behind me, considering my options to get away.
“Don’t even think about it. I’ll catch you before you make it two feet.”
I glare. “And then what? You’ll tie me to the couch, to my bed?”
His nostrils flare at the wordbed. “Don’t tempt me.” It’s almost a growl.
What the hell? My deranged brain locks on the image of us in my bed together. His hard, muscular body moving with mine. His big hands caressing my skin. My breath catches, and for a second, I’m lost until my fantasy version of him moans and the memory of him with Harper from earlier bitch-slaps me across the face.
Nathan’s watching me intently. “What were you just thinking about?”
Again, I wonder if I’m that obvious or if he’s that good at reading me.
