She still looked reluctant, but eventually she spilled. “I flashed the guy at the door.”

I hadn’t expected her to say that, although, now that she had, I seemed to recall her saying something about exposing her chest. What the fuck? Anger and shock flooded through me, stopping me in my tracks. “You what?” She has to mean something else.

She ran into me, not expecting me to suddenly stop. Backing up a step, she shook her head. “He wouldn’t let us through until Anna and I showed him our chests. I kept my bra on, though…Anna didn’t.”

I was actually seeing red as venom ripped through my veins. Apparently, Paul wasn’t the only person here with a death wish. How dare someone ask her to do that. My entire body felt tight with pent-up rage. “What did he look like?” I bit out. I was already scanning the hallway, looking for the asshole. One word of a description was all I needed, and I’d be off to find the dick.

Kiera’s tender fingers on my face distracted me. “Hey, it’s okay. It was mortifying and humiliating, but he didn’t hurt me or anything. He didn’t even touch me.”

Her words were calming…and confusing. It was all just so…unlike her. I exhaled a slow, steady breath, trying to quiet the anger. “Why would you do that? You could have called me…I would’ve let you in.”

She sighed, and there was something in the sound that sparked a realization. Rubbing my cheek, she said, “I wanted to surprise you.”

Maybe. But that wasn’t all it was. “You thought I was sleeping with Lana. Did you want to surprise me…or catch me?”

Kiera bit her lip. She shook her head and said, “I don’t know,” but I saw the true answer in her eyes. Yes. That was exactly why she didn’t call me. She thought she’d catch me in the act, confirming her suspicions.

The fury was suddenly back full force and, dropping her hand, I turned around and stormed outside. It didn’t matter what I did or didn’t do, because she was never going to fucking trust me. How could we possibly stay together if she didn’t trust me?

The buzz of bodies around the buses was aggravating my anger. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to stew and process and try to figure out how we got past this…obstacle. But the more I thought about it, the less angry I became. Didn’t I have doubts? Wasn’t I constantly afraid of losing her? Could I really blame her for wondering, especially knowing that she’d seen some odd, unexplained familiarity between Lana and me? And in all fairness, I had been hiding Lana from her. I was still hiding things from her. Was this all my fucking fault? Yes. It was.