“It’s not babysitting,” I insisted. “It’s one friend looking out for another.”
“That’s the problem. I don’t want to be friends.” His eyes burned into mine and he shifted on the sofa, lightning fast, taking my face into his hands. “I want to be more than friends. Every time I’m next to you I can’t help but think about that night. All I want to do is kiss you again. Touch you again.” He groaned and leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine. “I’d give anything to taste you one more time.”
I froze, torn between kissing him and pulling away.
Jayce made the first move and let me go, sighing in defeat. He slumped down on the couch and rested an arm across his eyes as if he couldn’t even look at me.
“I still want you, but I know I can’t have you. Do you have any idea what that feels like?”
I fidgeted with my hands, pressing them against my thighs “…Yes. I know exactly what that feels like.”
Jayce removed his arm from his eyes and stared at me. “We both know why this wouldn’t work.”
I nodded, looking down at my hands.
Jayce stood up. “I managed before you showed up. I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry.” He strode out of the bus, leaving me alone.
We had both discussed at length why there could be nothing between us. Now there was a new complication. Aside from the same reasons as before, I was trying to make something work with Neil. I wasn’t free to date whomever I wanted.
I couldn’t help but wonder, though, if his relationship with his fans was hisonlyreason. Upsetting a few people wouldn’t be the end of the world, would it? It wasn’t like every single fan would care if he started dating someone.
Was there another reason Jayce was always pulling away?
