Chapter 78

Cross

I carry her up to my room. The room I rarely sleep in. The room that used to be my father's. I want to take her out back to our loft, but I don't have the patience. She locks her mouth to mine, and I fumble with the doorknob. Once inside, I kick the door shut behind me and walk her to the lush king-size bed without disengaging.

She is frantic, and so am I. Like all the frustration and panic of the last forty-eight hours-or, hell, the last two years-are finally bubbling over and threatening to burn us. To burn the whole damn house to the ground.

I lay her down and move to sit up, and she grabs the lapel of my shirt and pulls me back down. I chuckle as she wraps her legs around my hips and holds me in place.

"Baby, I am not going anywhere. I just want to look at you," I whisper against her lips.