“You should’ve run,” I warn her. “When you find yourself alone in an alley with alarm bells ringing in your head, you run, Alanna. You don’t pick a fight you can’t win.”
She places her hands against my chest, as though she’s about to push me away, but then she pauses. She looks me in the eye, and at last I see a hint of recognition. It fades so quickly that I’m left wondering if I imagined it.
“I have a boyfriend,” she whispers. Her hands are palms flat on my chest, the heat of her skin sinking through my shirt. This is the closest I’ve had her in years.
“And where is he now?” I whisper back, pushing down the pain her words caused.
Alanna swallows hard, and I watch her gather her courage. Good girl. “He isn’t someone you can mess with. If you so much as touch me, he’ll make you disappear,” she warns me, and I smile. No one in this city is untouchable, certainly not her boyfriend. Not to me. Besides, he won’t be her boyfriend for much longer. Out of everyone in this world, he’s the only person she can never be with. Not him. I can’t figure out how they ended up together, but I’m putting an end to it.
I lean in and brush the back of my hand over her cheek, my touch soft. “Is that so? I’d love to see him try.”
She blinks in disbelief, as though that isn’t the response she expected, and disappointment washes over me. The Alanna I used to know never would’ve hidden behind a man. She’d have tried to knee me in the balls the second I cornered her.
I pull away with a sigh. “You should’ve run,” I repeat. “You shouldn’t be alone in these dark alleys at all, Alanna. When you do inevitably find yourself here, be quick. Don’t zone out. Don’t linger. When someone approaches you and your intuition tells you that something is off, you run, you hear me? Don’t put yourself in dangerous situations.”
She nods and wraps her arms around herself protectively, her eyes on mine. There’s so much I want to say, yet now that I finally have her alone, nothing feels right. I take a step away and run a hand through my hair.
“Did you… did you follow me to make sure I was safe?”
I look away and shake my head, lying to her. “No,” I say, tipping my head toward the end of the alley. “My car is parked there.”
Her cheeks darken as my words sink in, and I smile. Embarrassment looks cute on her. “I… I’m sorry. I misread the situation. I didn’t mean to…”
I smirk. “You didn’t mean to what? Didn’t mean to assume I was interested in you?”
She bites down on her lip and I follow her every movement, all the while wondering what those lips will taste like. Does she still taste like cherry chapstick? I’ll find out soon enough.
“I… yes. I’m sorry. That was… God, I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry.”
I smile at her, enjoying that sheepish expression on her face. She’s still so cute, and I still love teasing her.
“I am,” I tell her. “I am interested in you, but I’ll never you hurt you, Alanna. Not unless you ask me to.” I smirk at her, enjoying the way her cheeks turn redder still. “And when I take you, it won’t be without your consent — you’ll be begging me for it.”
I turn and walk away, leaving her staring after me. This isn’t how I expected that conversation to go, but hell… when do things ever go to plan with Alanna?
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Alanna
“You look beautiful tonight,” Ryan says, his eyes lingering on my chest. “Don’t be nervous, okay? You’ll do great.”
I look up at him and smile tightly. I should be nervous about meeting Ryan’s family, but I’m still thinking about Simon. That look in his eyes… what was that?
I bite down on my lip, my stomach twisting with anxiety. The things he said… I should be scared, but I’m not. There’s something about him I can’t quite place, something familiar and safe.
“Hey,” Ryan says, his arm wrapping around me. “You aren’t still worried about that weirdo from the coffee shop, are you? I’ll take care of him, I promise.”
I shake my head, my anxiety turning to dread. I never should’ve told Ryan what happened, but I just couldn’t help myself. That entire exchange with Simon just felt so… sinful. I know I did nothing wrong, but somehow I felt like I did, like hiding what happened would be wrong.
“No, that’s not it,” I lie. “I’m just nervous about meeting your family.” It’s not a total lie. I truly am nervous about meeting them.