Barbie Btch (Rejects Paradise #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,134
computer to wipe his browsing history says a lot. His dramatic flair was back and that told me everything I needed to know. Milo is going to be back to bugging me as often as he can in no time.
We stayed in his room all through the night and it wasn't until the early hours of this morning that the nurses finally got sick of us and kicked us out, insisting that Milo needed to rest—despite his objections. But she was right, the door hadn’t even closed behind us before Milo passed out.
Colton and I step into the elevator to take us down to the parking garage and as the doors lock us into the confined space together, our issues suddenly become very loud.
Colton hits the button to send us down and as the elevator starts moving, he crowds me into the wall, blocking me with his hands on either side, keeping me trapped. “I missed you,” he murmurs, raising his chin and brushing his lips over mine. “You walked out on me.”
I nod. “You lied to me,” I whisper. “You let me believe that Marco was going behind bars just like his brothers.”
“To be fair,” he says. “When I said that, I thought that was what was going to happen. It wasn’t until Sunday afternoon that I heard he was back in town. I couldn't miss the opportunity to make it right. He killed Maryne, I couldn’t just let it go.”
I nod again and press my hand against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath his shirt. “I got your email.”
“I know,” he grumbles with a cocky smirk. “I got a notification that it was read only thirty seconds after hitting send. You never replied though.”
“You didn’t deserve a reply.”
His eyes heat, realizing that I’m just being stubborn and loving that we’re able to talk about this without it turning into something so much more. “You’re not scared of me,” he comments, referring to the way I backed away from him in his bedroom.
I take his hand and curl it into a fist, looking down at his bruised knuckles. I press my lips to them, loving that he’d go to such lengths for Milo while also hating that he’s hurt. “You were right,” I tell him. “I’m not afraid of you or what you did. I’ve been around the Widows for far too long that I feel somewhat immune to that darkness. I guess it just came as a shock that you had that in you. I’d filed you away as one of the good guys and then you made me go and undo all my paperwork.”
“I am still a good guy,” he insists. “I don’t kill for sport.”
“I know,” I whisper as we hit the bottom ground and hear the familiar ding of the elevator before the doors slide open.
Colton steps back from me, keeping his eyes on mine as he tugs me away from the elevator wall. Together we walk out of the elevator and I can’t help but rub my thumb over his sore knuckles. “Tell me that you’re coming home with me,” he questions, stopping in the middle of the nearly deserted parking lot and meeting my eyes.
“I …” I let out a breath, not having thought about it since before Nic’s ridiculous proposal. “I’m not entirely sure yet,” I tell him with all honesty. “I can’t get past this feeling that you’re just like the rest of the guys I know. You kept this part of yourself hidden from me. Especially after everything we went through with Jude in the wine cellar. If you were going to come clean about it, that would have been the time.”
“I know,” he says, dropping his forehead to mine. “I should have told you when we were sitting in the shower after you nearly took out Jude. I’ve thought about that moment nearly every fucking day but it’s not something that you just tell someone.”
“I would have been able to handle it.”
“I know that now,” he tells me, squeezing my hands. “Just please, Ocean. Come home with me. We can work this out. I don’t want to lose you over this.”
My heart breaks as I meet his eyes, seeing the raw desperation within him. “I … I feel like I need to think about this for a minute. Too much has happened. I can’t even think clearly right now. After everything that just went down with Nic. I just need—”