My mouth drops open.What the hell is he talking about?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” I exclaim and try to push his body away from mine. As my hand brushes against his chest, I feel him tense. I nearly swoon when I touch hard, defined abs. I need to get out of here before I do something stupid.
He’s much stronger and taller than me, as expected, so my push didn’t even make him stagger back.
His heated gaze turns a shade darker. “Who was that guy in your room the other day?”
I search my brain for a guy that Leo would have seen in my room. Wyatt.
Shit.
“That was Wyatt,” I whisper.
Heat has taken over my entire body. If it wasn’t for Leo’s arms caging me in, I would for sure fall to the ground.
His lips pucker in distaste. “Why was Wyatt in your room?”
I glance away from his handsome face, but his finger pushes my chin back up, directing my eyes back to his.
“He’s just an old friend, checking up on me!” I rush out and push him away with both hands this time. I duck under his arm and run to the other side of the room.
I need space to breathe. His sweet but manly smell clouds my mind. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I only inhale more of him—because, duh, I’m in his room.
Which, might I add, is still filled with boxes he hasn’t unpacked.
Folding my arms across my chest, I glare at him. “What is your problem?”
Leo leans his body against the door, tucks his hands in the pockets of his gray sweatpants, and just stares at me. He’s definitely pissed. I got that when he pinned me against the wall, but why is he pissed at me? I did nothing to him. And why does he care about Wyatt? Me and Leo are not seeing each other or even close to it. Never once did Leo hint at having feelings for me. Guys are so confusing.
“Did you at least give him a good lay?” he says effortlessly.
“Did you just ask me if I gave Wyatt a good lay?” I ask and let out a laugh. “God, you’re such a dick! Who do you even think you are?” I exclaim at him while walking closer to push his shoulder lightly.
He glances down at me and raises a perfectly kept eyebrow. “I didn’t know you had this much fight in you,” he muses.
I hold myself back from slapping the stupid smirk off his face. “Why do you care so much about Wyatt?” I ask sternly again. “Are you jealous for some strange reason?”
“Why are you so hot but so annoying at the same time?” he grumbles and avoids my question. “We all have questions in life that are going to be left unanswered.”
My fierce eyes bore into his. I won’t be the first one to look away. I won’t show him how much he truly affects me. Leo’s tatted finger comes up and twirls a piece of my hair.
“I know you think you can boss me around and that I’ll fall head over heels for you. We don’t live in a romance book, Leo. I just see you as a grumpy guy,” I grit out, tired of his BS. “I can have any guy in my room. I don’t need your permission.” Squaring my shoulders, I give him the best glare I can muster. After my rant, I slow my breathing down and immediately feel the urge to punch him in the face.
“You have a little beast in you, huh?” His hooded eyes give my body a once-over before he says roughly, “You should unleash your inner beast on me.” He nods toward his bed. “On that.”
Did my heart rate pick up? A bit, yet I hate myself for it.
Needing to get the hell out of here, I push his body to the side and rush out into the hallway. My feet pound against the staircase as I make my way down to clear my head. When I hear his own footsteps behind me, my breath quickens, and I speed up. I twist around when his hand encloses my forearm.
“I’m picking you up tomorrow.”
Electricity travels up my arm at the feeling of his warm skin against my own. “I’m busy tomorrow.”
He snorts. “Doing what?”
“Doing Wyatt,” I fire back at him sarcastically.
“I’ll make sure I throw rocks at your window.” Releasing me from his hold, he takes a step back. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With several emotions on his face, he nods and makes his way back up the staircase.
