But I can’t go there. I just can’t.
So I shove my way through him and march back into the cabin. “It was just my virginity. No big deal.”
“It is a big deal,” he says. “And I don’t like it when you talk about yourself like that.”
“Why?” I gaze up at him. “Why do you care so much? You have me. You’ve used my body exactly like you wanted to. What else do you want from me?”
He slams the bathroom door shut. “I want you. All of you.”
His blue eyes have penetrated my soul, and I can’t look away.
Even after I’ve given him my body, it still isn’t enough.
My face scrunches up as tears well in my eyes. I turn around, throw open the door to the outside world, and storm out into the cold.
“Jas!”
His voice makes me stop just beyond a stump, my heart filling with equal parts hatred and desire.
But I can’t ever go there.
In fact, I need to get the fuck out of here, fast.
Because I can’t fucking breathe.
Not in there. Not anywhere close to him. So I run as hard as I can. Back through the woods, along the path I followed to get here.
I don’t care if he follows me.
I don’t care if he finds me.
I just need to … breathe.
I swallow back the tears and push on through the thick woods, pushing aside the branches and bushes in my way until I finally get to the road again.
My car is still there, just as I left it, parked alongside the road in pristine condition.
He was right. No one ever does come by here, or they would’ve found it by now.
I hurry inside and shut the door, locking it before I search for the key … but I can’t find it anywhere.
“Dammit!” I roar as I search the back and throw open the little compartment to throw out everything in a wicked search for the keys. But they’re nowhere to be found among the papers inside … nor on the box that fell out onto the floorboard of my car.
The box I brought along with me when I came here.
A box filled with secrets no one was ever meant to read.
Except him.
My nostrils flare as I check every last inch of my car. But the keys are gone when I know for a fact I left them in here in case I needed to make a run for it.
He must’ve taken them out when I was locked in the freezer room.
I slam my hands against the steering wheel. “God-fucking-dammit!”
I blow out a breath and close my eyes for a second. All I can think about are those striking blue eyes and how full of hurt they seemed to be over what I said.
Frowning, I sigh again and open my eyes, only to find myself staring at that box.