He scoffs and points a finger to his chest. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here?”
I gesture around us and don’t break my gaze with his heated one. “This is my tree house. The question is, how did you find it?”
“This shit is close to falling down.” He starts running a hand down his face. “I was driving down the road, and I saw the opening.”
What did he just say?One thing that I can’t stand is rich people acting as if they were royalty.
“If this piece of crap isn’t good enough for you, leave,” I remark. Placing my hands on my hips, I raise an eyebrow up at him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he grits out and fiddles with the black beanie on top of his head.
Why is he wearing a hat when it’s warm outside? So many questions, yet so little answered.
“Don’t act like I haven’t noticed.” I smirk and walk toward the window.
As I sit on the ledge, he eyes me carefully.
Is Mr. Bad Boy afraid I’m going to fall?
Good.
“Noticed what—”
I cut him off, “You and your family are definitely well off, so go to your fancy house and leave me alone.”
A distant look clouds his eyes. He averts his eyes from my own and takes a step back. “You woke up today and decided to be a bitch.” He turns to leave but second-guesses himself. Facing me, he questions, “Why should I leave? You don’t own this forest.”
Damn, I want to punch his face and kiss it at the same time.
I need therapy.
“Just because you have a dick doesn’t mean you have to act like one,” I argue back.
“Real original.”
Leo is the only guy who seems to get under my skin so easily. One day, he’s nice, and then he’s a jerk with an attitude problem.
“You’re giving me whiplash,” I admit to him. “What’s up your ass? One second, you’re throwing chocolate chips in my bra, and then the next, you’re calling me a bitch. Am I missing something?”
Leaning back against the unstable-looking wall, he bites his lip. “Don’t think you’re special. This is just my amazing personality.”
Amazing in the jerk category is right.
“I can’t deal with you today,” I run a hand down my face. Swinging my legs slightly out the window, I acknowledge him with a frown. “Just go, please. I came up here because I need to be alone.”
“Fine, I’ll leave,” he starts to say but stops. “I’ll only leave if you get down from there.”
“Are you worried about me?” I tease him with a smile. “I appreciate your concern, but I’m safe. I always sit on this ledge.”
He protests, “Trinity, this tree house is rotting, the more we speak. Get down before you fall and kill yourself.”
“You can’t boss me around—”
Striding to me with a determined look on his face, he yanks me off the ledge by my waist. When he pulls me up tightly against his body, I grip the back of his neck. My mouth accidentally brushes against his ear as he places me on the ground, making my skin blush at the feel of his smooth, hot skin. His body freezes against mine, and then Leo steps away immediately while clearing his throat.
I hate to admit, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. The possessiveness that took over his eyes as he stalked over to me could have burned down a building.
“Just because I can’t stand you some days doesn’t mean I want you to die.”
