âIs that what you wanted?â he says with a smirk and I swat his arm. He is going to make me beg him.
âKiss me . . . there.â I blush and cover my face with my hands. He pulls them away, laughing, and I frown at him. âYouâre embarrassing me on purpose.â I scowl. His hands are still on mine.
âIâm not meaning to embarrass you. I just want to hear you say what you want from me.â
âNever mind, Hardin,â I say and sigh loudly. Because I am embarrassed and maybe my hormones are going haywire and messing with my emotions but now the moment has passed and Iâm annoyed with his ego and constant need to goad me. I roll over and lie on my side, facing away from him, and cover myself with the blanket.
âHey, Iâm sorry,â he says, but I ignore him. I know part of me is just annoyed at myself that being around Hardin has turned me into a typical hormonal teenager.
âGood night, Hardin,â I snap and hear him sigh. He mutters something under his breath that sounds like âfine,â but I donât ask him to repeat it. I force my eyes closed and try to think of anything besides Hardinâs tongue or the way his arm just draped across my body as I fall asleep.
Chapter thirty-five
I am hot, too hot. I try to pull the covers off me, but they wonât budge. When my eyes open, the night before comes flooding into my mind: Hardin screaming at me in the yard, the scotch on his breath, the broken glass in the kitchen, Hardin kissing me, Hardin moaning as I touched him, his wet boxers. I try to lift myself, but heâs too heavy, his head lying across my chest and his arm wrapped around my waist, his body cloaking mine. Iâm surprised we ended up like this; he must have moved this way in his sleep. I do admit, I donât want to leave this bed, leave Hardin, but I have to. I have to get back to my room. Noah is there. Noah. Noah.
I gently push Hardin off by his shoulder, rolling him onto his back. Then he rolls onto his stomach and groans but doesnât wake.
I hurry to my feet and grab my scattered clothes off the floor. Being the coward that I am, I want to be out of here by the time he wakes. Not that heâll mind; at least he wonât have to invest his energy in hurting me on purpose if I leave on my own. This way is better for both of us. Regardless of how we laughed together last night, nothing is the same in the light of day. Hardin will remember how we got along pretty well last night and then will feel the need to be extra hateful to make up for it. Itâs what he does, and I will not be around this time. For a second last night, the thought had crossed my mind that maybe our night together would change his mind, make him want to have more with me. But I know better, really.
I fold his T-shirt neatly on the dresser and zip my skirt up. My shirt is wrinkled from lying on the floor last night, but thatâs really the least of my worries at the moment. I slip my feet into my shoes and as I grab hold of the door handle, I think, One more look back wonât hurt.
I look back to the sleeping Hardin. His messy hair is sprawled onto the pillow, and his arm is now draped over the side of the bed. He looks so peaceful, so beautiful despite the pieces of metal in his face.
I turn back around and turn the door handle.
âTess?â
My heart drops. I slowly turn back around to Hardin, expecting to see his harsh green eyes glaring at me. But instead, they are closed; a frown is set on his face, but he is still asleep. I canât decide if Iâm relieved that he is asleep, or somber that he called out my name. Is that what he did, or am I hearing things now?
I jump out of the room and gently close the door behind me. I have no idea how to get out of this house. I walk straight down the hall and I am relieved to find the stairs easily. I pad down the stairs and nearly collide with Landon. My pulse quickens as I try to think of something to say. His eyes scan my face and he stays silent, waiting for an explanation, I assume.
âLandon . . . I . . .â I have no idea what to say.
âAre you okay?â he asks with concern.
âYeah, Iâm fine. I know you must thinkââ
âI donât think anything. I really do appreciate you coming. I know you donât like Hardin, and it means a lot to me that you would come here to help get him in control.â
Oh. He is so nice, too nice. I almost want him to tell me how disgusted he is that I stayed the night with Hardin, that I left my boyfriend alone in my room all night after I took his car and ran to Hardinâs rescue, just so I feel as bad as I should.
âSo are you and Hardin friends again?â he asks, and I shrug.
âI have no idea what we are. I have no idea what Iâm doing. He just . . . he . . .â I break into sobs. Landon wraps his arms around me in a warm and comforting hug.
âItâs okay. I know he can be so terrible,â Landon says softly. Wait . . . he must think that Iâm crying because Hardin did something terrible to me. He would probably never assume that Iâm crying because of my feelings for Hardin.
I need to get out of here before I ruin Landonâs good opinion of me and before Hardin wakes up. âI have to go. Noah is waiting,â I say, and Landon gives me a sympathetic smile before saying goodbye.
I get into Noahâs car and drive back to my dorm as fast as I can, crying most of the way there. How will I explain this all to Noah? I know I have toâI canât lie to him. I just canât imagine how much this will hurt him.
Iâm a terrible person for doing this to him. Why couldnât I just stay away from Hardin?
Iâve calmed myself as much as I can before I pull into the student lot. I walk as slow as I can, unsure how Iâm going to face Noah.