Page 79 of With This Kiss
Seconds later, my door opened, and he held out his hand to me. I slapped it away and got out of the car myself, walking past him and to my apartment building. He followed close behind.
I didn’t look at him in the elevator, nor did I look at him when I opened my front door and went inside. I would have left him out there if his hands hadn’t been quick, blocking the door before I could close it.
“You’re mad,” he said behind me as I pulled off my jacket and threw it on the couch.
I took in a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
“I don’t understand. Why are you mad?” he asked.
I shook my head, not answering him. He moved up and wrapped his arms around me. I tried to shrug him off, but like every time I tried to escape his touch, he was like a fucking barnacle on the bottom of a boat.
“How could you just tell me that?” I said.
“Why not?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I could betray you!”
“Would you?” he said easily, as if the thought never even crossed his mind.
“God, you’re infuriating.”
The only reason he didn’t think I would betray him was that he didn’t know who I was. And once he found out…
I closed my eyes.
“You can’t just go around being a fucking blabbermouth.”
He chuckled, his chest pushing against me. “Who says I’m a blabbermouth?”
“Me!”
I thought he was smarter than that, but obviously, I was wrong.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, turning me around to face him. I shook my head, trying to push him away.
He kept his arms around me, leading me over to the couch and pulling me down onto his lap. I faced him, taking in his blue eyes, his messy blond hair, and…
I closed my eyes, imagining blood dripping down from his head.
There was a strong chance that it could happen, and he decided to just spill his secrets to someone he barely knew.
Stupid, stupid boy.
“Has it ever occurred to you not to trust so easily?” I asked, raising my hand and cupping his cheek.
He grinned. “I don’t trust easily.”
I shot him a pointed look. His smile only widened as he turned his head toward my palm and kissed the skin there.
“I promise you that, so stop worrying.”
He said it like it was easy.
And while I was still so angry at him for being like this, there was a part of me that was happy he trusted me, even if his trust was based on a lie.
I wouldn’t betray him, but would he still believe that once he found out who I was?
God, what a mess I had made of things.
