Adonis Praxis Edward.
"Maddison." I call her name, but she doesn't stop. She just keeps walking into the trees like a stubborn worm.
Fine. I suppose I'll have to cease asking what she wants. Fine. If my goodwill is going to be twisted into insult, then I’ll stop pretending asking.
I push myself up from the cushions and close the distance between us in a few long strides. My hand closes around her wrist, and the wind whips her hair around us both.
"I am far too old for this kind of argument!" I raise my voice as I would to my kids. "Come back to the bench and relax. I was not trying to call you that word."
"But you have—"
"Maddison Lorenzo. Don't be stubborn now. I can f**k you tenderly, but when I am angry, I see red. You don't know the way back, and even if you did, it is miles f
