“Whoa. Wait. That is absolutely not true. I’ve just got a lot of my mind, what with the job and everything…” Now I sounded like Neil, making excuses.
“I’m not saying it to make you feel bad. I understand. You two have known each other for months. Almost a year. You told me yourself. And then you just happen to end up on the same tour?” Jayce shook his head and stuck his hands in his pants pockets. “Of course you’d want to see if there’s any chemistry.”
“Where is this coming from?”
“I want you to be happy. I’d prefer if I was the only one who could make you that way.” His eyes flicked to me, an unreadable expression on his face. “But if you and this Neil guy have something, maybe you should explore it.”
I gaped at Jayce, not believing the words coming out of his mouth. Was he telling me to go be with Neil?
“I want to be with you,” I insisted.
“And I want to be with you. I’m not saying we have to break up.”
I gaped, completely lost. “Then what are you saying?”
The corner of Jayce’s lip twitched, almost as if he was holding back a smirk, the beginnings of that familiar smoldering look crossing his face.
“Sometimes I forget you’re only twenty-one.”
“I’m almost twenty-two.” I frowned. I didn’t understand why he was bringing up my age. I didn’t understand the conversation we were having at all.
Jayce gave me a soft smile and kissed my forehead. “It’s nothing. Really. Forget I said anything.” He took my hand and led me away from the window and toward the bed. I was still confused, but was willing to let him take the lead.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about all night?”
“What?”
His eyes flashed with heat and a thrill ran through me. “Ripping off that dress and fucking you till you scream.”
