Brazing
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Part of me wanted to fix that about him. Part of me needed to give him more reasons to smile. And the other part wanted to keep him angry forever, just so I could stare at him. He was like this statue of a god, chiseled, regal and bent on destruction.
The destruction of my weak heart.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t want to leave you alone.”
I nodded because the word “yes” straight-out refused to leave my mouth. “I have to call Carter anyway and have her bring me up some clothes. She’ll hang out with me.” It’s the least she could do for abandoning me this morning.
“Oh, alright.” Bridger stood up and shifted on his feet. He looked around the room one more time before finally finding me again. “Feel better.”
It was a demand. He didn’t ask me to feel better, he commanded me to. Despite the general agony I felt at the moment, a shiver skittered down my spine and butterflies punched me in the stomach.
“Okay.”
“I mean it, Tate.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
He relaxed some. The tension in his shoulders lifted and his jaw stopped ticking finally. “Call me when you get out of here. I want to know you got back to the dorms alright.”
“Okay,” I repeated. Again. Did I not know any other words?
He seared me with those intense green eyes. The tension in his shoulders that had just left returned lightning fast and his entire body tightened into a coiled force of energy. Something passed between us at that moment, something sizzling hot and so powerful my knees felt shaky even while I was lying down.
And then he left. He just walked out of the room and left me alone.
Bridger Wright, what am I going to do with you?
I laid in my bed for a long time pondering that question. By the time I texted Carter and when she had shown up an hour later, I still didn’t have the answer.
But by then, I’d decided whatever I did with him was going to be a whole lot of fun.
Chapter Nine
Bridger