Page 17 of Worshiping Faith
Instead, she’s back in my face, smacking my chest with a file so hard it jostles my already screaming shoulder.
“Two things,” she says.
I don’t speak. I just stand there, fists clenched, breath steady, waiting to see where she’s going. Because whatever this is? It’s big.
“You are enough for me. You got that? Fucking everything I need.” She drops the file onto the floor like it’s worthless.
And just like that, I’m ready to pin her against the wall.
The ache in my body doesn’t fucking matter anymore, because that? That’s the kind of thing that should never be said standing up.
“Second,” she continues, voice sharper now, “If you really want me to consider this, you be fucking sure and say it now. No going back.”
The words hit like a gut shot, sudden and cold as the ocean that tried to swallow me.
She’s considering it.
That’s what I want.
Right?
One lunch with Zachs.
One goddamn lunch, and she’s considering it.
Our first time was after a meal.
Our first conversation.
Did she already…
No.
I cut that thought off before it can fucking gut me.
“I don’t say shit I don’t mean,” I grit out.
She doesn’t look away. Doesn’t flinch. “If, and I stress if, I find any of them good enough.” She stops.
Shit.
She’s really thinking about it.
My shoulder throbs hard, a pulse of heat radiating down my arm. I fight past it. I can’t sit down. Not yet.
“You can’t change your mind,” she says, her voice dead steady. “I won’t play with them or me like that. Am I clear? I don’t give and take away my heart. It’s forever, Dax. We’re forever. And they would be too.” Her eyes are locked onto mine, pinning me in place.
Last fucking chance.
Pain stabs through my shoulder, sweat gathering at my temple. The room tilts, just slightly, a wave of dizziness threatening to take me down.
I need to get off my goddamn feet before she sees it.
“Just them,” I rasp. My throat is dry as hell, but I force the words out. “This isn’t an open fucking door.”
Her jaw tightens, but she nods. “And…” She’s still talking.
I need to sit the fuck down before I drop.
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