I skid to a stop right as Maddox is closing the door. The urge to hug him bubbles inside me, but I shove it away. I missed him and I love him, but right now I’m pissed. “What the hell, Maddy? I can’t believe you’ve been gone for two weeks!” He flinches and I feel a small amount of guilt, but then I think of all the times he’s given me a hard time. How he punched Adrian when he spent the night and how often he’s tried to run my life. “You disappeared recently too,” he says before he falls onto the couch. He looks tired. Bruises are fading on his face. “For two days, not for two weeks! And not after having the kind of conversation we had before you left. Seriously!” I’m still mad, but I sit next to him on the couch anyway. “I was worried about you.” “I texted.” “Doesn’t matter.” “Shit.”
