Plus, she looked so damn kissable right now, with her cheeks rosy from arousal and her eyes alight with lust.
“Don’t lie, little wild. You’re jealous. Tell me I’m wrong. I dare you.”
Instantly, the fire in her eyes shifted. It was both scary and arousing as she leveled her intense gaze at me. “I’m not you, Seb. I don’t do something just because someonedaresme to.”
She ducked out from under my arm and swayed her perfect ass down the hall, her bedroom door slamming closed behind her.
My lungs expanded like I had just run a marathon. Shit. I could venture a guess as to what I’d said that set her off.
Fuck that.
This woman could get under my skin like no one else, but she seemed to be majorly confused on one pretty important detail. And I’d be damned if I didn’t set her straight.
I pounded my fist against her door.
“Go away,” she yelled.
“No.” My voice was equally as harsh. “Let me in. We are not done here.”
“Yes, we are.”
“No, we’re not. Open the fucking door.”
I raised my hand to pound against the door again just as it swung open. Lydia flinched but stood her ground on the other side. The fire in her eyes hadn’t abated in the least. I dropped my hand to my side, my stance softening. “I would have thought my slamming the door on you was indication that I was done. Stop banging on my door, and leave me alone.”
“You’re wrong,” I growled.
My words seemed to get her attention, at least for a moment. Her hand still gripped the wooden door like she was going to slam it shut again, but she didn’t.
“That we’re done here? No, pretty sure I’m right.” She started to close the door, but I put my hand out to stop it.
“Not about that,” I huffed. I looked her in the eye, needing her to hear me. Needing her to understand that I was completely serious. “It was never about a fucking dare, Lydia. I was a twenty-year-old, hormone-driven moron, but even then, I wouldn’t have played with you like that. There was never a dare to go that far. I told you that.”
Lydia crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her tits together. “That’s bullshit. You told me that you didn’t spread our hookup all around town. But don’t lie about why you fucked me. We both know the truth, Seb. I was a fucking dare to you.”
“Don’t tell me what you were to me,” I growled.
Her eyes held a challenge as she stared me down. “Why did you knock on my window that night? Tell me that.”
I rubbed the back of my neck, pulling on my tight muscles. I wished I had a different answer for her. She had no idea how much I wish it hadn’t started the way it did.
“That’s what I thought,” she said. The anger from a moment ago was gone, replaced with a disappointed pain that I desperately wanted to kiss away for her.
“It was only supposed to be a kiss,” I rushed to tell her. “I took the stupid dare to get a kiss from you. People were talking shit about you, and I didn’t like it. I defended you, which somehow turned into me proving to everyone that it was them that was the issue, not you.”
“It was them. A bunch of smelly high school losers. I didn’t want any of them.”
“I had every intention of being truthful when I knocked on your window,” I told her. Memories of that night camerushing back. She looked like a sinful angel with her dyed black hair, smooth pale skin, and perky, braless tits when she opened that curtain. “If I asked you to let me kiss you so I could win a dare, would you have said yes?”
She looked down at my feet and shrugged. “Probably.”
“I fucked up, Lydia. And I’ve wanted to apologize for years…”
Her head snapped up, and she cut me off, her fight back in full force in an instant, giving me whiplash.
“I don’t want your apology, Seb. I don’t need to hear how you regret that night. It may not have meant anything to you, but it was my first. You were my first. It meant something to me, so don’t tell me you’re sorry it happened. You can keep that information to yourself.”
“Are you out of your mind? You think I regret sleeping with you? Never. Not for one fucking moment have I ever regretted that night, even when I thought I should. When it was clear that you didn’t want anything to do with me afterward. When you ran to New York and stopped coming home. I could never bring myself to regret being with you because it was the best fucking night of my life, and I’ve been searching for someone to make me feel that way again ever since.”
