You Know I Need You (You Are Mine #4) - Willow Winters Page 0,40
her feet, to the silk pajamas that must be a gift from Jules, because I’ve never seen them before in my life.
“Hey,” I greet her and then swallow the lump in my throat. “I heard you were here.”
Her expression hardens instantly as she seems to get over my surprise arrival.
“What do you want?” she asks me, although it sounds like an interrogation. Before I can answer, she takes a half step forward to come outside rather than letting me in, like a fucking lunatic.
“What are you doing?” I ask her with complete disbelief as she tries to shut the door.
“I’m not having this conversation in Jules’s house,” Kat says as if it’s an admonishment, like I’m the one who’s lost their mind.
“Baby, get inside, it’s freezing out!”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” she yells back at me, and her words strike me across the face. I take it, though. I take one step back and watch as she crosses her arms over her chest and her cheeks quickly turn pink from the wind that won’t let up, followed by the tip of her nose. “What do you want?”
“Are you sure you don’t want to go inside?” I question her as calmly as I can, attempting to be reasonable.
“I went to your house today,” she states. The blood drains from my face.
“Is that right?” I somehow manage to reply, knowing what’s coming, my body tensing up. All I can hear is my heart pounding as I feel her slipping away from me.
“I don’t want anything to do with you, Evan.” The cutting words are spoken with a cracked voice. At least there’s emotion left. If there’s that, then I still have a chance.
“I don’t know what you think you saw, but …” I start to tell her and then flinch from her shriek.
“Think?” she yells. “I saw her!” She moves in closer, getting in my face to scream at me. “Samantha. You left me to be with her,” she says and seethes, the accusation coming out hard.
“Did you see me touch her?” I ask her, taking a step closer to her. “I know you didn’t, because I never would. I’m not seeing her. I didn’t even want her there.”
“She was with you,” she says the words then breathes out with nothing but pain and agony.
“Yeah, she was. A few times in the last week,” I confess. I don’t want her to find out any other way. “I’m trying to fix things and she’s—”
“I want you to go,” she says, cutting me off.
“I won’t until you tell me you believe me.” I look her in the eyes, silently begging her, and wait for it.
“I told you not to. Just go!”
“Never. I would never stray from you.” As I say the words, it’s crippling. Because I know she did what she’s accusing me of. She’s the one who’s seeing someone else, but I gave her the space to do it. I left her side.
It’s all fucked.
She doesn’t answer me, merely shivers in the cold as her bottom lip starts to turn a purplish blue.
“Let’s go inside,” I urge her, but she doesn’t respond. “I want to talk.”
“I thought the funeral might be a good time to talk,” she finally says with tears in her eyes. “Guess you didn’t?
Her words slice through me, down to my core. “It meant a lot to me that you were there,” I manage to say, but I can’t look her in the eyes. The tips of my fingers turn numb and the feeling flows through every inch of my body.
“Didn’t seem like it,” she replies, although she’s lost a bit of strength in her voice.
“I’m having a difficult time handling it,” I tell her, scrambling for an excuse, but there’s so much truth in those words.
James was there at the funeral. He even shook my hand, the fucking bastard. The reason is right there on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to go to her, to hold her. To go home with her and get lost in her love. More than anything.
“You think it was easy for me?” she asks me after a moment of silence.
“You think it was easy for me?” I shoot right back and the memories of the grave, the service hit me. I have to pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes as I see the visions of the nightmares mixing with the memories. I shouldn’t even be here. Regret flows through my veins. What am I doing?