"You're going to make a mistake, Mr. Sullivan." I deliberately used his last name, knowing how easily it annoyed him.
I should have held back, but I couldn't resist teasing him.
His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened, my words clearly hitting a ner...
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"Let me run my fingers through your salty hair Go ahead, explore the island Vibes so real that you can feel it in the air I'm revvin' up your engine."
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I swear, if I hadn't seen Seerat collapse, I would've killed Ethan right then and there. The rage boiling inside me was unimaginable, but the moment her body hit the floor, it was like all that fury was drowned by an overwhelming surge of fear.
Panic gripped me in a chokehold, tighter than anything I'd ever felt. The thought of her being hurt-of something happening to her-it shattered something deep inside me.
Something I didn't even know existed.
I was quick enough to reach her and took her back to the hotel.
By some miracle, the hotel's doctor was quick to arrive. I could barely breathe as he examined her, my heart hammering against my chest like it was ready to explode.
Her stillness, her closed eyes-it was like a knife twisting in my gut over and over again. The sound of my own heartbeat was deafening, drowning out everything else.
Ethan. That bastard. I wasn't going to let him get away with this. Not after what he said, what he did.
But right now, all that mattered was Seerat.
My Bella...
The doctor assured me she would be okay, and I barely held on to his words. There was a nurse who helped change her drenched clothes. As much as I wanted to step in and do it myself, I knew my boundaries.
I hadn't earned the right to take care of her in that way-not yet. Even though my feelings for her were more intense than I cared to admit, I respected her too much to cross that line.
Not without her consent.
Not ever.
I watched from the side, my fists clenched, my gaze never leaving her still form.
