Good luck,”
Travis grabbed my shoulders and planted a kiss on my lips. He pulled away quickly, nodding once. “That’s all the luck I need.
I’m so sorry, Pigeon. I tried to get to you. I tried….” He cleared his throat of the anger and worry that choked him. “I couldn’t get to you.
Jamie McGuireMy eyes filled with tears. “Get out.”
“Pigeon,” he said, taking a step toward me.
“Get OUT!” I said, grabbing the glass from the night stand and throwing it at him. He ducked, and it shattered against the wall in hundreds of tiny, glistening shards. “I hate you!
We’re both drunk,”
“This isn’t right,” he said.
“I want you.”
“I need you to say it,” he said.
“I’ll say whatever you want.”
“Then say that you belong to me. Say that you’ll take me back. I won’t do this unless we’re together.”
“We’ve never really been apart, have we?”
“I need to hear you say it. I need to know you’re mine.”
“I’ve been yours since the second we met.”
“Say it again,”he said.
“I’m yours,” I breathed. Every nerve, inside and out ached for more. “I don’t ever want to be apart from you again.”
“Promise me,”
“I love you. I’ll love you forever.
If you don’t back away from my girl, I’ll rip out your fucking throat. Right here on the dance floor.
Jamie McGuireI’ll feel better when Trent gets his punk ass here.”
“I’m here, you whiny little girl,” Trent said in a hushed voice. I could barely see his outline in the darkness, but his smile gleamed in the moonlight.
“How ya been, sis?” he said. He hugged me with one arm, and then playfully shoved Travis with the other.
I’ll guard her with my life, little brother,” Trent said, tugging on my arm. “Now go kick this guy’s ass and let’s get out of here.
Jamie McGuireYou don’t really hate me…do you?” he asked.
“Sometimes I wish that I did. It would make everything a whole hell of a lot easier.”
“So what pisses you off more? What I did to make you wanna hate me? Or knowing that you can’t?
Do your worst, Pidge. I’m tired of your shit.”
I released his skin and jerked my arms, struggling against his grip. “My shit? Let me out of this fucking car!”
He pulled my wrists close to his face. “I love you, dammit! You’re not going anywhere until you sober up and we figure this out!
I pounded the mattress with my fists. “You can’t tell me what to do anymore, Travis! I don’t belong to you!”
In the second it took him to turn and face me, his expression had contorted into anger. He stomped toward me, planting his hands on the bed and leaning into my face.
“WELL I BELONG TO YOU!” The veins in his neck bulged as he shouted, and I met his glare, refusing to even flinch. He looked at my lips, panting. “I belong to you,” he whispered, his anger melting as he realized how close we were.
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