Page 213 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

What was he thinking, showing up here alone? No, what was he thinking showing up here at all?

Does he not realize how famous he is? He could’ve been attacked by a herd of crazy fans or intercepted by the paparazzi.

“What are you doing here?” I spit, folding my arms over my chest. I glance down, reminded that I’m only wearing a bathrobe. I’m bare-faced, too, with dripping wet hair and a big-ass pimple that decided to take residency on my chin two days ago.

This is not my best look, to say the least.

Kane takes off his hood. “What other choice did I have? You’re not answering my texts.”

Meanwhile, Maggie is still having an out-of-body experience, staring at Kane with her mouth open.

I shrug. “That’s because I have nothing to say.”

He clenches his jaw, moving closer. “Hadley, fuck, I… I just want a chance to explain myself. You have every right to hate me, but—”

I step back. “But nothing. You already told me what happened. At the beach house.”

“But I didn’t tell you what happened next. Or why I didn’t tell anyone. I was going to, but…” He stops himself. “Hads, please, just… one chance.” His eyes are turning red, and judging by the burning sensation pricking at my eyelids, I’m right there with him.

“What’s even happening?” Maggie snaps back to reality, shifting her focus over to me. “Do you two know each other?”

“I… You could say that.”

Really, Hadley?

“And you never told me?” She throws her hands in the air, a scandalized expression on her face.

Kane glances at my roommate and then back at me. “Can we go somewhere to talk? Just the two of us.”

“No,” I croak. I’m afraid if I’m alone with him for too long, I’ll forget why I’m supposed to hate him. Maybe even fall back into his arms in a moment of weakness.

“I have a car waiting outside. My driver will take us back to the penthouse I’m renting. Then I’ll tell you everything. I promise.”

He’s not going to drop it, is he?

Considering the fact that he flew all the way out here just to show up at my dorm, I’d say that’s a given.

I chew on the inside of my cheek, pondering my next move.

“Baby, please don’t make me beg. ’Cause I will. I’ll sleep outside your fucking door until you agree to hear me out. I’ll move into that fucking hallway if I have to,” he warns.

I cock an eyebrow, calling his bluff.

“Just give me a blanket and I’m good to go.” He makes it clear he’s not backing down.

Fuck.

I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?

I exhale a sigh. “Just let me get dressed.”

KANE

I used to think the day Hadley told me I’d never see her again would go down as the most miserable day of my life.

Ironically enough, now that I’m here, in a car with the girl I love, I’m realizing that day doesn’t even come close to the fucking nightmare that is sitting right next to her without being able to reach her.

She hasn’t said a word to me since we got in the car.

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