Chapter 168: Don’t Run
Melanie stomped through the basement, her heart beating hard at the thought of what she had blurted! She could have cursed herself! Adam was no fool. He would have understood by now that she was acting jealous! Dam* it! Hadn’t she learnt enough from her experience with Spencer? Why was she being a fool when it came to Adam. How could she have let herself become close to him... in that sense? This was supposed to be physical only! Just some fun with someone you might like! What did her stupi* heart have to be involved?
She was furious—at Adam, at herself, at Saira—but mostly, at the vulnerability she had just let peek through.
She spotted her car and was digging into her bag for the keys when, without warning, arms wrapped tightly around her waist from behind and lifted her clean off the ground.
"What the—Adam!" she shouted, wriggling in alarm. "Put me down!" She was about to scream some abuse at him when she twisted to look over her shoulder and saw him. He was breathing hard, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle in it ticked. His usually warm eyes were dark, stormy, and unreadable now.
"Adam," she said his name again, softer this time. "Let me go."
"No." He said in a low voice and even she could feel the anger in his voice as he adjusted against him so her back was fully pressed to his chest and she was caged between him and the car. She could feel every line of muscle, every breath, the warmth of him seeping into her skin.
"You don’t get to do that," he said against her ear, his breath warm and maddening. "Say something like that... then run away like it doesn’t matter."
"I didn’t run away—" She did run away but there was no way she was going to accept that and as she would have denied hotly, his mouth brushed her temple, and the rest of her sentence melted away.
"You don’t have to say it, Melanie," he murmured, his voice silk over steel. "If you want to not say it, don’t say it. But do not run away. I won’t let you run away, ever. Get that?"