We should give back.
Kim’s words play in my mind.
If it were the old me, I would’ve done everything in my might to avoid confrontation with Aiden and stay as far away from his vicinity as possible.
I’ve always tucked my ghosts between my defective heart and my ribcage, but he needs to learn that the world doesn’t revolve around his stupid last name.
I fold my arms over my chest and jut out my chin. “No.”
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He narrows his left eye. “Who do you think you are, Frozen?”
“Just a human being who deserves to be left in peace.”
He cocks his head to the side, watching me with his demon eyes. “Not all human beings are in peace. Why should you be?”
“Are you freaking serious?”
“Give me the phone. I won’t repeat myself another time.”
“No.” I mimic his tone. “I won’t repeat myself another time.”
He does something unexpected then.
Something I would’ve never seen coming.
His fingers wrap around my wrist that’s clutching the phone.
Something in my stomach twists in a painful, strange kind of way.
Aiden never touches me.
The last time was two years ago when he wrapped his hand around my throat.
His touch is still… the same.
Calloused. Rough. Smothering.
He’s not cutting off my breathing like the other time, but the air around me crackles and then ceases to exist altogether.
He reaches towards the phone, but I’m out of my stupor before he manages to snatch it.
We struggle for a few seconds. Or more like I struggle to block him. He’s like a bull going after the red cloth.
An unstoppable, murderous bull.
Panting, I yank the phone close and hug it to my chest.
Aiden doesn’t waver and shoots for it.
Why the hell had I thought the arsehole had boundaries?
Trying to block him with one hand, I loosen my ribbon enough to have an opening then tuck the phone in my bra.
I smile in triumph, tipping my chin at him.
Aiden’s smoky eyes glint with something unreadable. “You had to screw up.”
“What?”