Chapter 25
25
One hour later…
Quinn
T he new security chain is weighty in my hand as I thread it through the solid steel bracket on the door jamb.
It took everything I had not to message Roman back. I had to bury my cell phone in the deepest recesses of my closet so I couldn’t text him impulsively, and I spent the evening under a throw on my couch, watching America’s Next Top Model re-runs.
He said he’d be back for more. Well, he can’t walk in, not now. And if he comes to the bakery again, I’ll give him a piece of my mind. I’ll look him right in the eye and tell him…what?
Exactly . That’s the whole point. What could I even say? He read my filthy fantasy. He followed me to the park and claimed my mouth. Maybe humiliating women like me is a hobby.
I sink into my pillows and turn off my lamp, but sleep is impossible. The room’s blueish light makes it look off-kilter, like a dream.
I will never feel this way again. I could kiss a hundred sweet, safe boys, but none of them would ever make my core seize at the thought of their name.
Memories flash quick-fire through my mind. Roman, wounded in the bakery, eating a cinnamon roll like it was nothing. Roman, shirtless, rinsing blood from his beautiful body. Roman’s face contorted with exquisite agony as he came.
With my thoughts full of him, there’s no room for anything else, and I find myself at the door again. It takes only a moment for me to remove the chain from the door, and then I’m back in bed, quivering with lust and fear.