Collide (Collide #1)(54)

A sharp knock at the door roused her from the nightmare she had hoped she was awakening from. Before she could answer, the door swung open. Dillon was standing in the hall with her bags. Swallowing down the rising bile in her throat, she could feel the pulse in her stomach when she shot up from the couch. Closing the door behind him, his eyes met and locked with hers from across the room.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her eyes glaring at him. "I want you to leave."

"You have to let me explain."

"Let you explain? You kissed her!" she scoffed, her eyes bulging.

"She kissed me," he corrected.

"Bullshit! I want you out," she yelled and pointed toward the door.

"You're going to let me explain." He walked across the room, bridging the distance between them.

"You kissed her," she cried, stabbing her finger into his chest. "I saw it with my own eyes!"

He grabbed her by the wrist and moved closer. "What you saw was her leaning in to kiss me. You didn't see me push her away, Emily," he breathed out, his voice low and steady.

"And I'm supposed to believe that?" she nearly screamed. "You lied to me about her being Gavin's girlfriend!"

She made a beeline toward the kitchen, but he grabbed her by the shoulders. "I didn't tell you about her that night because I didn't want you feeling uncomfortable while she was there."

She immediately jerked back and openly gaped at him.

"I'm not kidding, Emily. I didn't want you to know she was someone I used to date. I knew if you found out that night, you'd want to leave. I figured it was no big deal," he said, stepping closer.

She moved back, almost stumbling.

"Baby, I'm not lying," he continued. "She's f*cking obsessed with me. You think I would do that with her out in the open, knowing you were there?"

Emily glared at him, her mouth wide open.

He raked his hands through his hair. "I didn't mean it like that. I was coming out of the bathroom, and she asked if she could talk to me for a minute. I agreed, and before I knew it, she pulled me into her and kissed me. That's what you saw, babe. I swear to f*cking God I pushed her away. You must've turned around before I did."

Shaking her head, Emily's hand rushed to her mouth as she began to cry. Hurt ricocheted through her heart - the pain literally slamming through her body. Could she have made an assumption too soon from the few seconds of their kiss that she saw? She had never felt so confused.

"I even warned her when she got to the party to stay away from me and you," he whispered, cautiously stepping closer and bringing his hand up to caress her cheek.

Continuing to cry, she averted her gaze to the floor, not knowing what to do or what to say.

"I just gave Gavin hell for bringing you back here without my permission."

Emily's head snapped up. "You...saw him?" she asked, swallowing hard.

"Yes, I saw him leaving out front," he replied, burying his face in her neck. "You shouldn't have left with him, Emily."

She pulled back again, her green eyes wide. "You don't think you would've left if you had seen me doing the same thing?"

"I'm not sure," he paused, nibbling his bottom lip as if deliberating what to say. "I just know that I don't like that he brought you home without telling me and that you actually left with him."

Her features morphed at the shock of his words. "You're mad at me for leaving, Dillon?"

"Jesus, baby, I'm not mad at you." He stepped closer and brushed his hand across her neck. "I just want you to believe me. She means nothing to me." Stepping closer still, he breathed against her cheek as his hands smoothed down to her waist. "I pulled away, Emily. I swear I did. You just didn't see it." He gently moved his mouth over her lips, his voice pleading as he kissed her. "I love you more than anything in this world. I would never hurt you, babe. Please, you have to believe me. I f*cking love you."