I headed straight for my room as if the distance could erase the lingering heat of his touch, and I ran because I was afraid that his words would catch up to me.
By the time I reached the sanctuary of my bed, I collapsed onto it, my chest heaving from the run and my mind racing. The memory of his words was echoing in my ears, and I clutched the pillow tightly, pressing it against my face as if it could muffle the chaos within me.
Toby was trying to play with my emotions, and I would make sure that he didn’t succeed. Did he really think I came for him? And even if I did, he wasn’t supposed to be airing out my business like that.
He should be groveling and begging me, but he had chosen to be the cocky bastard, and I don’t think I can put up with him any longer.
I rolled over to my back
