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“She isn’t going to blow you up to the world. She won’t risk her company.” Running her hands down her dark jeans, Demi stepped further into the room, but it wasn’t to head my way. If anything, she put more distance between us by walking toward the bathroom and turning to look inside. “I’m the target. She’s going to find a way to make sure I see those videos.”
It was the wrong thing to say, I’m the one that put her in this situation with my past actions, but the words left my mouth regardless. “It’ll only get between us if you allow it.”
The silence in the room was deafening.
I regretted the words as soon as I said them. How could I not? Yes, they were true, but they were also inadequate when it came to describing what I was asking of her.
I stood with the intention of reaching out to her and apologizing—
Demitra turned and her expression stopped me dead in my tracks.
Or lack of expression, if I was being honest.
“You’re right. I’ll just wait to see if she finds a way to get to me while you work on getting to her first. I’ll just have to avoid her and everyone else here that doesn’t know about us.” She looked away from me and reached for her suitcase.
I held a hand out to stop her. “There’s still a chance she actually might not—”
“She will.” Demi grabbed the handle of her suitcase and dragged it toward her.
My hand dropped to my side and I mumbled her name under my breath.
She paused and finally met my gaze once more. “Look, Dorian. It’s just a lot to deal with. Especially while my own family is imploding and my relationship with my father is in the trash. But you need to focus on doing what you need to and I’ll focus on what I need to do. Okay?”
“I can’t stand this. The distance feels like it’s getting worse, not better. I don’t know what else to do to convince you that I’m fucking in love with you and I can’t lose you—”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” she whispered. “Just . . . can I take a shower? Settle in?”
“I’m going in there with you,” I insisted.
She almost giggled at that, which was partially my intention. Yet another part of me was dead serious. I needed that closeness with her again, the reassurance that she was still mine.
“Later. I promise.”