His body pressed against mine is making my brain fuzzy. He reaches for me but I dodge him.
“You wanted to know, right?” I ask, my tone laced with sarcasm.
I’m hoping it will hide how shaky I am.
His gaze pins me to the spot. Time stands still as we look at each other.
I want to sink myself into his chest, have his arms wrapped around me, and have him whisper in my ear that I am his, and he is mine. He is looking at me like he wants to do the same, but neither of us makes a move.
A car horn breaks the connection, making me jump. His lips twitch but I do not fall for it.
Folding my arms across my chest, I lick my lips.
Deep down I know he will not explain anything to me. Once I tell him the rest of what happened, he can leave and go back to her. Then I can move on and forget Logan-Crash-Vaughan, and find a man who is just right for me.
“I was at the mall, picking up some things that I needed. On my way back to my car, there was a group of men sitting by their cars, who I recognized from Valarie’s crew. I kept my head down…”
“Did they hurt you?” In an instant he is in front of me, anger radiating off him.
His hands go to my shoulders, causing a shiver to roll through me.
“No, they didn’t.” I try to step back but he keeps a hold on me. “At least, I am not sure.”
“What do you mean? And fuck, please let me hold you, baby.”
“I can’t.” Sticking to my guns, I step back. “Tell me why she was there.”
“Club bus…”
“You say that one more time and I am going inside and you can leave.” Agitation stirs through me.
“Okay, let me clear some shit up first. I have not touched Valarie since I came back to Phoenix.” My eyes look over his face, seeking out the truth.
My heart stops in my chest when I see it. How did I not see it before now?
Taking one big step back, I scoff, my fists clenching at my sides.
“Maybe not her, but someone has.” I point to his jaw where a glossy pink lipstick mark sits.
The thick gloopy lump in my throat makes it hard to swallow.
“What?” His brow dips.
“I assume that glossy pink is not Savage’s color.”
His eyes flash, as it dawns on him what I am talking about. He rubs his jaw, which is set hard. His teeth grind out and he spins on his heel muttering under his breath.
“What was that?” I ask him.
I know I shouldn’t care who he sleeps with. We are not together, most likely never were. No doubt I was just someone from his past that he wanted to get out of his system and if I am being honest with myself, I made it easy for him.
Even as I think those thoughts, I know that Logan is not that malicious.
“Finish telling me what happened. I need to know.”
“Will you tell me?” I counter.
Turning to look at me, the look in his eyes is intense and enough to penetrate anyone’s soul. Mine included.