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steel cage around me. His heat was a discordant comfort, the last thing I wanted touching me and yet somehow soothing. I yanked back against him, to no effect. I was trapped.
“You’re not leaving me,” he said, bending his head until his lips reached my ear. “Not until I decide you can go. And I’m not done with you yet.”
“You are. I’m not staying here with you. I didn’t want it to be this way. I thought you’d tell me if there was someone else before we started this.” I hated the hitch in my voice. I’d never been an easy crier, but frustration always got me. The added hurt and disappointment of realizing Dylan was a cheating asshole didn’t help.
“I would have,” he said. “There isn’t someone else.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I whispered into his chest. I was losing my fight. It was over, so why couldn’t he just let me leave? He couldn’t think that after all this, I was going to give in and stay.
“I’m not lying.”
Before I could stop him, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom, holding me as if I didn’t weigh anything. I hadn’t been carried by anyone since I was a child, and the novel sensation was so shocking it slowed my reaction. He had me in his room before I began to push at his shoulders. His grip was rock solid. I wasn’t getting down until he put me down.
When we reached the small section of women’s clothes in his closet, he returned me to my feet. Hands on my shoulders, ready to stop me if I offered further resistance, he said,
“Look at them.”
“What do you mean?” I didn’t understand. I was looking at them. They were beautiful clothes, so who wouldn’t look? He let out a low growl of annoyance.
“Don’t move,” he said, and reached for a navy blue sundress splashed with brightly colored flowers. Pulling it off the hanger, he folded back the bodice and tore out the price tag before unzipping the dress and dropping it over my head.
I couldn’t quite catch up. My eyes focused on a little black dress beside the empty hanger. I saw a flash of white and realized it, too, still had its tag. So did the jeans. I’d missed that before. Embarrassment and hope tangled inside me as I let Dylan lead me into the bathroom. He zipped the back of the sundress, drawing the fabric snug around my torso.
I never would have picked a dress like this for myself. I would have thought the straps too thin and the top too skimpy for my breasts. I would have been wrong. The sundress highlighted my curves without overexposing them, making the most of my breasts while my waist looked small in comparison. I met Dylan’s eyes in the mirror, unable to think of a single thing to say.
“Those are your clothes, Leigha.”
“What? Why? Where are my things?” When did he have time to buy me clothes?
“Your things are still packed in your suitcases,” he said, stroking my hair off my shoulders as we both took in the perfect fit of the dress.
“Can I have them back?” I asked. I liked this dress better than anything I’d packed, but I still needed my things. My wardrobe wasn’t big enough that I could sacrifice a whole suitcase of it.
“No,” Dylan answered. “I don’t think I trust you with it. If you’d had it, you would have snuck out on me, wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t know,” I said, “Maybe.”
“Why didn’t you just ask me?” He actually looked confused. For a man who seemed to have all the moves when it came to women, it was clear there were some things he really didn’t get. Maybe I should have felt bad about my false accusation, but I was pretty sure any other woman would have had the same reaction to finding another woman’s clothes in the closet of the man they were sleeping with.
I just shook my head in response. If he didn’t get why I’d been a little irrational, I wasn’t going to be able to explain it to him. Instead, I said, “I really don’t like cheating. The idea that you might have a girlfriend made me a
“You’re not leaving me,” he said, bending his head until his lips reached my ear. “Not until I decide you can go. And I’m not done with you yet.”
“You are. I’m not staying here with you. I didn’t want it to be this way. I thought you’d tell me if there was someone else before we started this.” I hated the hitch in my voice. I’d never been an easy crier, but frustration always got me. The added hurt and disappointment of realizing Dylan was a cheating asshole didn’t help.
“I would have,” he said. “There isn’t someone else.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I whispered into his chest. I was losing my fight. It was over, so why couldn’t he just let me leave? He couldn’t think that after all this, I was going to give in and stay.
“I’m not lying.”
Before I could stop him, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom, holding me as if I didn’t weigh anything. I hadn’t been carried by anyone since I was a child, and the novel sensation was so shocking it slowed my reaction. He had me in his room before I began to push at his shoulders. His grip was rock solid. I wasn’t getting down until he put me down.
When we reached the small section of women’s clothes in his closet, he returned me to my feet. Hands on my shoulders, ready to stop me if I offered further resistance, he said,
“Look at them.”
“What do you mean?” I didn’t understand. I was looking at them. They were beautiful clothes, so who wouldn’t look? He let out a low growl of annoyance.
“Don’t move,” he said, and reached for a navy blue sundress splashed with brightly colored flowers. Pulling it off the hanger, he folded back the bodice and tore out the price tag before unzipping the dress and dropping it over my head.
I couldn’t quite catch up. My eyes focused on a little black dress beside the empty hanger. I saw a flash of white and realized it, too, still had its tag. So did the jeans. I’d missed that before. Embarrassment and hope tangled inside me as I let Dylan lead me into the bathroom. He zipped the back of the sundress, drawing the fabric snug around my torso.
I never would have picked a dress like this for myself. I would have thought the straps too thin and the top too skimpy for my breasts. I would have been wrong. The sundress highlighted my curves without overexposing them, making the most of my breasts while my waist looked small in comparison. I met Dylan’s eyes in the mirror, unable to think of a single thing to say.
“Those are your clothes, Leigha.”
“What? Why? Where are my things?” When did he have time to buy me clothes?
“Your things are still packed in your suitcases,” he said, stroking my hair off my shoulders as we both took in the perfect fit of the dress.
“Can I have them back?” I asked. I liked this dress better than anything I’d packed, but I still needed my things. My wardrobe wasn’t big enough that I could sacrifice a whole suitcase of it.
“No,” Dylan answered. “I don’t think I trust you with it. If you’d had it, you would have snuck out on me, wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t know,” I said, “Maybe.”
“Why didn’t you just ask me?” He actually looked confused. For a man who seemed to have all the moves when it came to women, it was clear there were some things he really didn’t get. Maybe I should have felt bad about my false accusation, but I was pretty sure any other woman would have had the same reaction to finding another woman’s clothes in the closet of the man they were sleeping with.
I just shook my head in response. If he didn’t get why I’d been a little irrational, I wasn’t going to be able to explain it to him. Instead, I said, “I really don’t like cheating. The idea that you might have a girlfriend made me a
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