“That’s not what my ears are telling me,” he states, tapping his ear to drive the point home, and my eyes narrow on him.
I really need to do some research on what these assholes can actually do instead of walking around in a daze. The only reason I haven’t already is because I hoped it didn’t matter, that I’d be long gone before I could care, but now everything has changed.
Rocking back on my heels, I nod at him. “I want you to leave because this is my space and I don’t want you in it.”
“And I don’t want you to poison yourself again,” he retorts, cocking a brow at me, and I huff.
“I knew what I was doing,” I insist, but his pointed look only grows stronger.
“Did you?”
Frustrated, I can’t answer because I know I was reckless, and that will only prove his point. “I don’t need your judgment right now.”
“I’m in no place to judge anyone on anything, Elodie.” He renders me speechless once again, so I opt to nibble on my bottom lip instead of speaking a word. “I’m not the enemy here,” he continues when it’s clear I’m not going to say anything.
Do I think he’s the enemy? No. I just know that he didn’t mention an escape opportunity for me, even though he watched me try to leave more than once.
“I don’t think you are, but I wouldn’t call youmy friend either,” I declare, but instead of trying to understand how I feel, he scoffs.
“I never said I wanted to be your friend, Petal.”
“Petal,” I repeat, that damn nickname making something blossom in my chest, but he waves me off as he spreads his thighs wider.
“Come here.”
“No.” The grip on my towel grows so tight my knuckles ache, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he runs his tongue over his full lips.
“Are you coming to me, or am I coming to you?”
“The only one who should be moving is you. Toward the door and out of my room,” I push, but he doesn’t react as his features soften and his hands relax in his lap.
“Because we need to make up.” He says it with such certainty that it leaves me confused. Again.
“But I thought we weren’t friends?”
The smile that turns his lips up this time is darker, more ruthless, and devilish. “Your essence has been on my tongue, Elodie, and my cock has been deep in your throat. Is that what friends do?”
My cheeks heat despite my best efforts and I try to pretend it’s not obvious. “I don’t know what you’re getting at.”
“Come here and you’ll find out.”
Dammit.
Why do I want to?
Maybe if I move toward him, he’ll finally leave. At least, that’s what I tell myself as I slowly eliminate the distance between us.
My breath hitches the second I’m within reach, and he drags me closer between his open thighs. His hands are secure on my hips, flexing in place, and a slight shiver runs down my spine.
I’m screwed.
He looks up at me through his lashes, his hazel eyes swirling as they take me in, but it’s the tiny tick at his jaw that throws me. “Now say you’re sorry.”
“Excuse me?” I frown in confusion, and his eyes narrow slightly.
“You heard me.”
“What on Earth am I apologizing for?”
