Impulse

CHAPTER 15

                 Reid's
                  POV

I've lived in Bar Harbor for most of my life, and I'm pretty sure that I will never get used to good ol Jack frost nipping at my nose during these East coast winter months. Granted it's only the beginning of November and only going to get colder. The wind bites painfully at my face while I pull Max's leash up around my arm, creating friction between my freezing gloved hands.

"Why the hell are we out here again?" Mateo complained. "It's too fucking cold to be out here."

"Max needs to stretch his legs for a bit. I've been keeping him copped up inside for too long." I stated, ignoring his whining.

He's right. It's too fucking cold to be out here but, I need to stop locking myself in my house all day trying my damndest to avoid seeing Mya. This is just a wake up call as to why I have been avoiding relationships most of my life- because they are messy and complicated as fuck.

Two weeks. It's been two fucking weeks since I've seen her. I texted and called her for four days straight after she ran out on me. What do I get in return? A text saying 'I can't be with you the way you want me too. Please leave me alone.'

What the fuck does that even mean? And I swear to God, whenever she finally gets over whatever shit she is going through and comes back to me, I am going to bend her over and spank that plump little ass of hers until both cheeks are painted red with my hand print. I can't fucking stand when someone says they can't do something and that beautiful minx keeps repeating it over and fucking over again.

I did leave her alone after that though. I didn't want to, by any means, but I have to respect her wishes as much as I fucking hate doing so. Patience has never been my thing, just ask anyone who knows me. I usually get what I want when I want it. Except that Mya isn't a thing I can have. If she was, I would walk straight over to her house, throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my place. I would tie her up for disobeying me and after spanking her raw, I would then proceed to fuck her five ways to Sunday. Then she would simply be mine and she would never leave my side again.

It still hasn't stopped me from checking in on her though. Every time I see Hunter or Kira I ask them how she is doing. I know Kira feels bad for me because she will hug me and tell me the same line she always tells me. 'She will come around when she's ready.'

Will she though? Will she wake up one day and realize the mistake she made and come running back to me? That's all I fucking want and it's driving me insane, wondering what she's doing and who she's doing it with.

I'm actually really pissed off at her, if I'm being honest, but I want to see her and be with her more than I want to be pissed off at her. I know she didn't mean that shit she said when she walked out of my house. Yes, it hurt that she said those thing's and yes, deep down it was more than likely bothering her. But, I know she only said them out of fear. Fear of developing a deep connection to me.

Shit, here I go again. I'll admit I am becoming more obsessed with her. She's all I can fucking think about, and it is seriously messing with my head. My sleep is shit, I hardly eat much anymore and just the other day I about got Tyler killed because I wasn't focused on the game of Call of Duty we were playing and that is not like me at all.

"What's on your mind man?" Mateo asked as we reached the walking path to the park, where I always take Max for his exercise.

I've known Mateo for years. Our paths crossing was purely coincidental at the time. He was a green horn fresh off the farm and I had already seen my fair share of action by the time he landed in my squad. He saved me from getting blown to bits by an IED and he's been a pain in my ass ever since.