I looked at him through the veil of my wet hair. He was pacing the length of my bathroom, his jacket shed somewhere and his shirt untucked. "Go home, James."
He halted and shot me an incredulous look. "I'm not fucking leaving you here. Cary's lost his damned mind! That amped-up asshole was seconds away from putting his hands on you when I got here."
"Cary wouldn't have let that happen. But either way, I can't deal with him and you at the same time." I didn't want to deal with either of them, actually. I just wanted to be alone.
"Then you'll just deal with me."
I scooped my hair back from my face with an impatient swipe of my hand. "Oh? I'm supposed to make you the priority?"
He recoiled as if I'd hit him. "I was under the impression we were both each other's priorities."
"Yeah, I thought that, too. Until tonight."
