RORY
I get out of the car before it can even fully stop and slam the door shut, stomping down the pathway leads to my front door.
Angry doesn't even begin to describe how I feel right now. When we'd entered the car, my blood had been boiling. But with more distance he put between us and the club, the angrier I got and at this point, I'm just f*****g livid.
The nerve of the bastard to act like the whole thing had been a mistake when he'd basically attacked my mouth like a thirsty man having his very first taste of water after a decade.
I'd let it go if not for the fact that he pretends like he doesn't want me when he actually does. He's too proud to confess that he burns for me the way I do him and it's beginning to piss me off. Lying to me when I can see the evidence in front of me
