He smiles again, and what the actual hell? Is he trying to play nice? I'm not familiar with this kindness, and it's oddly making me uncomfortable.
"Ya know what, I may just go to bed," I tell him.
"Are you going to avoid me until you find a job and move out?"
"I'm not avoiding you."
"Uh-huh."
"I'm not!"I totally am.
He looks right through me.
"Are you incapable of having a civil conversation?"
"Are you?" I repeat.
His intense stare is pushing against my diaphragm.
"We barely know each other anymore."
"So, we’re keeping it that way?" he questions.
"Wouldn't you prefer that?"
"I can play nice for the night."
"Oh, can you?"
"Only for an hour." He has the audacity to wink at me, and I feel my insides dissolve into the hot water.
This smug bastard knows exactly what he's doing, and I have my work cut out for me. I no longer have the upper hand. Theo's abs and chiseled face have all the leverage, and I'm fucked.
"So, fired and dumped on the same day?"
"I think you misunderstood how nice works."
"I'm kidding. But also curious."
"My company let me go, and when I got home, I discovered my boyfriend having phone sex with hisothergirlfriend."
I tip the cup to the sky as a salute and down the rest of it. I pour us some more.
"Phone sex, huh? You don't hear about that every day."
"Yep, apparently he was seeing someone else during the time we were living together."
"So, you're single?" he confirms.
"Not for long. This stoner kid outside the grocery store told me I was beautiful today, so I do havethatgoing for me."
"Do you always deflect with a joke when you're uncomfortable?"
"I'm not uncomfortable."I totally am.
I can't stop staring at his outstretched arms that surround the exterior of the Jacuzzi. His wingspan is wide, and all I can think about is his grip strength and how easy it would be for him to support my entire body weight…
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
