When we pull up outside my house, he helps me from the car and walks me up the stairs. I unlock the door, then turn to face him. From a lower step, he looks up at me through his dark eyelashes."Can you stay with me?" The words tumble from my mouth and Seth stiffens, his gaze falling from my face to the stairs."I don't think-""Please. I don't want to be alone." I turn my house key in my grip, nervously working the metal with my fingertips. "You can leave when I fall asleep if you want."He straightens, pulling himself tall and proud, and stands in thought. A cold feeling zips through my chest. Am I making him uncomfortable? Can it be compared to how Brent made me feel? I open my mouth to apologize and tell him not to worry about it, but he pushes off his step and brushes past me, entering my home.Inside, I close the door and hang my handbag and keys as Seth kicks off his white sneakers. He follows me as I bypass my dimly lit living room and enter my bedroom. My stomach ties itself i
The thunderous noise of laughter and conversation fills the arena and bangs on my eardrums. Energy pulsates through the crowd and vibrates through every physical object in the place. I can't deny the adrenaline in my blood and the excitement on my skin as it overcomes me in surges. I can't pretend it doesn't feel good. It does. It feels incredible. I shiver. I skim my gaze over the fenced ring in the center of the room. Hoisted a few feet off the floor, its lower limbs shrouded in advertising and sponsor logos, it stands proud and strong, ready to withstand anyone who enters. "Still can't believe that gross pig groped you," Selena grumbles as we shuffle between people, trying to get to our seats. I grunt my agreement, wanting to drop the subject forever, and clench my small, leather handbag to my side. A ruckus of five men storm past in a waft of expensive cologne and inked flesh. "Thank god for Seth." I glance over my shoulder at her. Her hungry eyes are glued to the group as they
A dark fabric lands on my head, covering my sight. Cursing I pull it off and scowl in the direction it came, meeting Selena's mischievous green eyes."Don't say I never get you anything," she sing-songs, lowering herself into the seat beside me.I cock an eyebrow as she stuffs her hot dog ungraciously into her mouth, then laughs as a large drop of ketchup spills over the edge and onto the breast of her white dress. Pulling the half-bitten hot dog out of her mouth, she gapes at me wide-eyed."This is white!" she barks, as if it's my fault. "I'm never going to get this out."She hands me the hotdog and I hold it away from me. The last thing I want is to get sauce on my clean, blush-colored blouse. From her oversized handbag, she pulls out another piece of black fabric, and I glance at the one in my lap."They're the same," she said, pulling the black fabric on over her head. The large fabric hangs off her slender frame and covers her body like a muumuu.I stare at Seth's name printed in
Seth attacks first, delivering two jabs to Frederick's face, sending a surge of tingles through me. Kennedy staggers back and I expect Seth to back off and give him room to breathe, but he doesn't. For every step Frederick takes backward, Seth moves forward, slamming powerful fists into his body. I lift my hands to cover my eyes, but stop halfway, unable to shield myself from the beating Seth gives his opponent. The crowd cheers around me, but I hear nothing. I'm mesmerized by it-by Seth-and the calculated way he moves his heavy frame. I've never seen anything like it.Thump. Thump. Thump.Frederick Kennedy doesn't stand a chance. I press my fingers to my mouth and shake my head. Every cell in my being revolts at the violence being exhibited, but there's a buzz in my blood and a zip in my skin that lights up whenever Seth's fists hit Frederick. He gets such a beating that his team grabs a white towel and Dad clenches my arm."They're gonna concede!" he shouts at me, not taking his star
The digital clock on my bedside ticks over from twelve-fifty-nine to one a.m.I blink at it. How am I still awake? I thought I washed away the remaining adrenaline from the fight in the shower, but I still feel tiny zaps of it in my blood.Huffing, I grab my phone from my bedside table, throw my blankets off, and roll onto my back. I unlock the screen and squint as the brightness burns my retinas. Through the watery haze, I set my phone to night mode, making the screen easier on my eyes. I have no new texts and no missed calls. I don't know why I checked. One a.m. is considered an early night to Selena. The only notification I have is from Facebook. You have a new memory to look back on today. I click the notification and it takes me to the Facebook memory. On this day two years ago, it reads, and it's a picture of Blade and I at Portland's Maine Zoo. We're standing side by side and we're happy. I mean, we don't look happy because the massive, yellow snake we're holding is trying to wr
My eyes flutter open and I squint into the bright morning sunlight that seeps through the gaps in my curtain. I blink until my eyes adjust and the blurry lines of the world sharpen enough for me to recognize my bedroom. I extend my arm to the other side of my empty bed, touching the cool, empty mattress. I wonder what time he left... I lift my head off my pillow, my sights set on a small, folded piece of lined paper on the white pillow next to mine. The corners of my lips quirk and I grab it, rolling onto my back as I open it.O,Gone to training.Text you later,SethI smile, kick off my blankets, and lift myself out of bed, full of energy. I place Seth's note in my bedside drawer for safekeeping, then pull my silk dressing gown off the hook behind my door and slip into it. In the living room, I peer over the back of the couch at Selena and laugh at her state. She opens one of her eyes, and it's bloodshot and puffy."Good morning, Sunshine," I coo, touching the side of her face.She w
Inside the clinic, there are no patients and I use the quiet moment to close my eyes and drag a big gulp of air into my lungs."Rough morning?"My eyes shoot open and I watch Mason as he saunters up the hall, brushing his palm down the front of his fitted navy suit."Something like that," I reply.I push off the door and stalk to my desk to start up the computers. My limbs tremor with rage and disappointment. Rage because Blade has the audacity to grovel when I'm trapped inside his car, and disappointment because...well...maybe Seth did kiss another woman last night. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his slacks, Mason watches me bang around the reception area, steam billowing from my ears, probably."You wanna talk about it?"I shake my head. "Nope.""I'm here if you do."He returns to his office. I listen for the door to close before I place my head in my hands. I hate I'm being like this after Mason graciously gave me time off to get it together. I've been great. Before this mor
Surprisingly, Seth doesn't launch himself at Mason and I slip between the two men before he changes his mind and unleashes on the lean psychologist. I press my splayed hands firmly against Seth's wide chest. He's coiled tight and I'm afraid, if I let go, he'll spring straight into a fistfight. "He's not worth it," I tell him, reminding him of the bigger picture. "Let's go, Seth."Blowing frustrated air from his nose, he growls and whirls on his heel. Seth yanks the door open so hard it slams against the front window and minutely cracks the glass. Shit. I cut my eyes at Mason. "His dad? Really? That's low.""Dating Seth is low. I expected more from you.""What did he do to you?" I demand to know. Scowling, Mason storms to his office and slams the door. The calming, blue walls shake and the framed college degrees shudder. Exhaling, I let my eyes fall closed. I use the silence to quieten my pounding heart and gather my thoughts before meeting Seth outside. He paces the sidewalk with h