Chapter 16

Alexi looks enraged at my battered appearance and stalks towards me in jeans and a leather jacket zipped up to his throat. His eyes, in that tanned and toned face, devouring the mess of me, but it only serves to make him madder for some reason. I step back, making it clear he gets no closer. With an angry snarl pasted on, he stops awkwardly… four feet apart as we stare at one another. So much tension in the air that I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or kick him in the head.

I have never had a full-on violent urge to physically force something sharp into someone’s eyeballs before now, but if I were holding anything worthy of doing the job, I would have done it already. Just being here makes me hate him with a vengeance I didn’t know I was capable of, and I am barely holding in the overwhelming crazy anger bubbling like a molten lava pit inside of me.

He smells of outside, aftershave and him, and although everything appears as it did way back when I last saw him, he seem