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“Until they see how I look at you,” he murmurs, his eyes softening.
I shove out of his arms and stand in front of him. “You shouldn’t come to bars to get me.”
“You shouldn’t be out,” he snarls right back, standing up and reminding me exactly how much taller he is than me.
I put a hand on my hip. “Excuse me, I can go wherever the fuck I want!”
“I need you safe,” he hisses.
“Why do you even care? I was a hookup! A one-night thing. Be honest, you were never going to text me again even before we ended up in this… mess,” I yell. “Just leave me the fuck alone!”
He’s quiet, just watching me, and I shove him. It’s immature and stupid, but it also backfires right away. Adrian grabs my wrists and holds them above my head as my body presses to his. I pant as I writhe against him until he transfers my wrists into one of his hands and his other arm wraps around me.
“You and I had a whole lot more fun than a drunken night. Did you forget me the next morning?” he demands.
His eyes search mine. The right answer and the real answer aren’t the same.
That means there’s only one answer that matters.
“I was late waking up and didn’t even remember hooking up until you walked into the room,” I lie.
He shakes his head slowly, knowing I’m lying, and jerks me tighter against his sinful body. “You’re mine, Kitten. And I’m not done with you.”
“Shut up,” I snap.
“I’m not letting you go.”
“I don’t want to hear it, Adrian.”
“Our night wasn’t a normal bar hook-up,” he finishes.
We stand there in silence, my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
“Well, it doesn’t matter because it’s not going to happen again,” I finally say, hating the silence. Mostly because it makes me want to kiss him, or struggle more just for him to take control. “Let me go, and I can get home.”
“That’s how you want it to be? You want to forget?” He releases me.
I groan while searching for my purse. I find it thanks to my ringing phone. I pick it up, fumble with it, and end up having it on speaker. “Hello?”
“Emily, baby!” my mom croons.
Adrian shakes his head and walks out of his own room.
“Hi, Mom,” I mumble. “You’re calling really…” A look at the clock says it’s six a.m. “Really early.”
“Oh, I forgot all about the time difference. But don’t worry. That’ll be fixed soon.” She giggles.
“Why?” I ask.
“Don’t tell me you forgot about your sister’s wedding!” she gasps.
I sit down on the bed. “I… It’s coming up faster than I was prepared for.”
I have two weeks.
“And I bet you don’t have a date… unless you do?” Mom’s never been good at fishing for answers.
“I don’t,” I say while glaring at Adrian as he leans against the doorframe and his jaw ticks.
