no sense. Why would anyone wish to follow me? I was no one now, as Amelia.
I thought about Earl Valentine. I hadn’t felt this way in a long time. My heart raced and I wished I had my knife with me. It had been a long time since I thought about having my knife. I thought back to the one River had taken. He’d never given it back to me after I killed that MC guy, stabbing him right through the neck. It felt like that had happened to someone else, not to me.
The way I felt was Earl’s fault. If he hadn’t turned up, I wouldn’t be nervous or panicking. I’d be in control of all of my emotions, instead of being pissed off. While I rushed toward my apartment building, I stopped for the hundredth time and glanced out across the street. People were going about their business, completely oblivious to my craziness. Why would they even have to think about my life, or what I was going through? They had their own lives.
There was no one there. No one who stood out. I hated this feeling so fucking much.
Finally, I headed into my building, but I didn’t take the elevator. I went for the stairs, running up them.
No one intercepted me.
As I grabbed my keys and went for my door, my hand shook. I didn’t like how afraid I was. Gritting my teeth, I let myself inside my apartment, slamming the door closed and resting my palms against the wood.
My heart raced.
Someone was inside.
I knew they were.
My hands were hidden behind my body and I grabbed the keys, sliding one between my knuckles, ready to cause trouble.
I counted to ten inside my head, and then I turned, raising my hand, ready to take out whoever was in my place. They would regret coming here.
My wrist was caught and I cried out at the sudden pain, but I was pressed against the door, my hand lifted up. Then I was staring into a pair of blue eyes. I recognized them instantly. Gael Parson, in the flesh, had me trapped and as I stared at him, I was amazed. He was the same old Gael, and yet, he wasn’t. He was darker, scarier. The part of him that always seemed to be joking, gone. No smile. No nothing.
Neither of us spoke.
I panted and he just stared. I released my keys and it seemed to shake him. In the next second, I threw my arms around him, taking possession of his lips.
Deep down, I knew I should be pissed at him, and I was. But I wasn’t going to waste a moment. One of his hands sank into my hair as the other went to my ass. We both moaned as he pushed me back. This time, we missed the door and went straight for the wall. He broke off the kiss, sliding his lips down my neck to my pulse, and I moaned, wanting more.
Shoving against him, I pulled my bag over my head and let it go. It landed on the floor with a clatter, but I didn’t care.
Next, I was back on him, and he lifted me as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I wanted him so badly.
Gael and I, we never got to do this. I should be angry at him, telling him to fuck off, but with his hands wrapped around me, all I wanted was to feel him everywhere. We didn’t get this chance before they pushed me away. I needed this.
My body craved his touch more than I wanted to push him away.
It was wrong. I knew that.
Afterward, I’d be pissed. I’d send him back to hell, but for now, I was going to be selfish and have this moment all to myself.
Gripping the edge of his shirt, I tore it open.
Buttons went flying in either direction. I caught sight of all of his ink, the old mixed with the new, but I didn’t care.
We moved to my sofa and he dropped me down.
It was a battle of wills, getting each other naked. I didn’t know exactly who won as we both ended up without our clothes, and that was more than fine with me. Our clothes were on the floor all around us and I stared at him, waiting.
“Fuck, I forgot how beautiful you are.”
I didn’t hide. I held myself still, watching him, waiting. He just kept looking at me and I liked it.
I hadn’t been with anyone else, nor had