girl.
“ YES!” He shouts stalking forward backing me up against the large leather recliner in the living room.
“ Well let’s see… he is nice to me, he treats me well, he cares about me and oh yeah he has doesn’t lie to me!” I hope your happy now because shit has now officially hit the fan.
Cutter lets out a rough and staggered breathe which shocks me; I thought he would have raged after my confession.
“ Are you sleeping with him?” He scrubs his hands over his face now as if he is so tired he can barely stay awake.
“ Excuse you. That is absolutely none of your business.”
“ Are you?”
He clearly could give a shit less if he is crossing a boundary with me now.
“ I’m not going to answer that.”
“ So you are?”
“ No… look it’s none of your business Cutter, just like it’s not any of my business if you’re sleeping with Laney.”
“ Do you want it to be your business?”
“ What? No. I’m just saying that we have both moved on.”
“ Have we?” His eyebrows are cocked up daring me to lie.
It’s my time to let out a long labored breath. “Seriously Cutter, what do you want from me?”
“ I want an answer Paige. Have you moved on?”
“ I’m trying to.” I don’t even think before I speak I just let the words tumble out of my mouth.
He doesn’t respond, instead he nods once and turns to leave.
“ That’s it? You barge in here demanding answers and then when you get them you just leave?
He stops but refuses to turn around to face me. “Don’t sleep with him Paige, you’re not ready.” Who in the hell does he think he is?
“ Thanks for your concern but I think I can decide that for myself.”
He doesn’t reply; instead he just walks out the front door leaving it open. I hear him start up his truck and crank the radio. Puddle of Mudd’s Blurry blares from the speakers so loudly I can clearly hear every word. I stand in the doorway watching him. What I see as I stand on the front porch surprises me. Cutter has his hands draped over the steering wheel and he is resting his head on the top of it. Watching him I feel horrible about our heated exchanged. I take a step toward the truck, thinking I should talk to him, but as if he can read my mind he throws the truck in reverse and speeds down the street. As I watch the tail lights of his truck fade in the distance, a cold realization settles over me. Cutter is just as broken as I am, maybe even more.
CHAPTER 9
“ Happy birthday P!” Millie is jumping on the side of my bed excitedly.
“ What time is it?” I know it’s early because it’s hardly daylight outside my bedroom.
“ It’s 7:45. Which means your late!”
“ How can I be late when it’s still first thing in the morning Mills? What are you even doing up? You hate to wake up early, which is why this friendship works out so well.” I grumble at her.
“ Well today is a special exception because it’s your twenty-first birthday and it is Halloween. So it’s really a two for one special occasion.” She grins at me.
Yup, my birthday just happens to be on Halloween, scary I know. Last year my birthday was pretty lame. My parents and I celebrated at home. Two years ago Cutter had thrown me a surprise party at his frat. I know your twenty-first birthday is supposed to the best birthday ever and all that, but I just don’t feel in the mood to celebrate.
Luckily, I have had the good fortune of not seeing Cutter since the night he followed me home from the gym. I haven’t heard from him either, but I still dream of him almost every night. Tanner had tried to talk to me about Cutter recently in philosophy class, but I told him it didn’t matter. I think he was actually going to defend him which pissed me off, but Tanner gave up easily enough and has yet to bring it up again. Cutter’s crazy alpha male possessiveness of me just didn’t make sense. He had a girlfriend and besides that he didn’t want me. He had made that perfectly
“ YES!” He shouts stalking forward backing me up against the large leather recliner in the living room.
“ Well let’s see… he is nice to me, he treats me well, he cares about me and oh yeah he has doesn’t lie to me!” I hope your happy now because shit has now officially hit the fan.
Cutter lets out a rough and staggered breathe which shocks me; I thought he would have raged after my confession.
“ Are you sleeping with him?” He scrubs his hands over his face now as if he is so tired he can barely stay awake.
“ Excuse you. That is absolutely none of your business.”
“ Are you?”
He clearly could give a shit less if he is crossing a boundary with me now.
“ I’m not going to answer that.”
“ So you are?”
“ No… look it’s none of your business Cutter, just like it’s not any of my business if you’re sleeping with Laney.”
“ Do you want it to be your business?”
“ What? No. I’m just saying that we have both moved on.”
“ Have we?” His eyebrows are cocked up daring me to lie.
It’s my time to let out a long labored breath. “Seriously Cutter, what do you want from me?”
“ I want an answer Paige. Have you moved on?”
“ I’m trying to.” I don’t even think before I speak I just let the words tumble out of my mouth.
He doesn’t respond, instead he nods once and turns to leave.
“ That’s it? You barge in here demanding answers and then when you get them you just leave?
He stops but refuses to turn around to face me. “Don’t sleep with him Paige, you’re not ready.” Who in the hell does he think he is?
“ Thanks for your concern but I think I can decide that for myself.”
He doesn’t reply; instead he just walks out the front door leaving it open. I hear him start up his truck and crank the radio. Puddle of Mudd’s Blurry blares from the speakers so loudly I can clearly hear every word. I stand in the doorway watching him. What I see as I stand on the front porch surprises me. Cutter has his hands draped over the steering wheel and he is resting his head on the top of it. Watching him I feel horrible about our heated exchanged. I take a step toward the truck, thinking I should talk to him, but as if he can read my mind he throws the truck in reverse and speeds down the street. As I watch the tail lights of his truck fade in the distance, a cold realization settles over me. Cutter is just as broken as I am, maybe even more.
CHAPTER 9
“ Happy birthday P!” Millie is jumping on the side of my bed excitedly.
“ What time is it?” I know it’s early because it’s hardly daylight outside my bedroom.
“ It’s 7:45. Which means your late!”
“ How can I be late when it’s still first thing in the morning Mills? What are you even doing up? You hate to wake up early, which is why this friendship works out so well.” I grumble at her.
“ Well today is a special exception because it’s your twenty-first birthday and it is Halloween. So it’s really a two for one special occasion.” She grins at me.
Yup, my birthday just happens to be on Halloween, scary I know. Last year my birthday was pretty lame. My parents and I celebrated at home. Two years ago Cutter had thrown me a surprise party at his frat. I know your twenty-first birthday is supposed to the best birthday ever and all that, but I just don’t feel in the mood to celebrate.
Luckily, I have had the good fortune of not seeing Cutter since the night he followed me home from the gym. I haven’t heard from him either, but I still dream of him almost every night. Tanner had tried to talk to me about Cutter recently in philosophy class, but I told him it didn’t matter. I think he was actually going to defend him which pissed me off, but Tanner gave up easily enough and has yet to bring it up again. Cutter’s crazy alpha male possessiveness of me just didn’t make sense. He had a girlfriend and besides that he didn’t want me. He had made that perfectly
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