Page 174 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

CALVIN

“Shit. Wait,” I cry as Sienna disappears into the darkness.

Without a second glance at everything we carried out here, I take off after her.

She moves impressively fast, considering she can’t see where she’s going.

“Sienna,” I breathe when I catch up to her. “What are you doing?” I ask when I find her staring at her cell.

“Calling an Uber,” she snaps before turning away from me again.

“Darlin’, we’re hours from home.”

“I don’t care,” she cries. “I just need to get away from here. Away from you.”

All the air rushes from my lungs.

“No, please.”

“I’m not doing this, Calvin. I’m not…I can’t…”

She moves, and the silver light from the moon illuminates her face, reflecting in the tear tracks that run down her cheeks.

Pain slices through my chest.

“Can we just talk about this, please? Let me explain.”

“You’ve had your chance to talk about this. You’ve had months, and you’ve chosen not to. You’ve chosen to lie to me time and time again. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? I thought…I thought we had…” My firsts curl at my sides as I battle with my need to reach for her. “I trusted you.”

I hang my head as the weight of just how badly I’ve fucked up presses down on me.

Sienna continues to stomp away from me, her rideshare app trying to find her a car.

“Just let me take you home,” I beg. The thought of her travelling home with a stranger for the next two hours doesn’t sit right with me.

“You’ve already done enough,” she hisses, but quickly groans when her app still fails to find her a driver. It’s Friday night. No one is going to want to commit to such a long trip.

“Sienna,” I snap, my patience getting the better of me. “Just get in the car.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she cries, spinning around to glare at me.

The look in her eyes fucking guts me.

Pain, confusion, betrayal all dance within them. All of them are my fault. I’m aware of that, and I fucking hate myself for it.

“You don’t want to talk to me right now, I understand that. But if you want to leave, I’ll be the one to take you back.”

“Calvin, I⁠—”

“Please, Sienna. I’d never forgive myself if anything happened.”

Angrily, she wipes at her wet cheeks. “Too late. It already has.”

The victory I feel when she cancels her trip request doesn’t feel anywhere near as good as I’m sure it should.

“Fine,” she huffs, pushing her cell into her pocket. “I’m not talking to you, though. Just take me home.”

Knowing better than to push her, I agree, unlock the car, and watch as she climbs in.