She scrunches her face at that. “You could put it more nicely than that.”
“We write about the same stuff, Drakos.”
She scoffs, sending me a smart smile, “We write about love.”
Her mouth … what I would do to kiss her again …
“All right, I write about making love. Is that better?”
What am I doing in the girls’ restroom, flirting?This is what this girl does to me.
“About that night—” I start to say, but she interrupts me, looking panicked, “It can never happen again.”
That’s definitely not what I was thinking.
“You’re joking?”
She shakes her head, stress all over her face. “If we continue going down this route, it will complicate everything.”
“Who says it has to be complicated?” I scoff, not liking where this conversation is going.
“Everything about us is complicated, and us having sex will only make everything worse.”
“It will only become complicated if we let it,” I argue, stepping closer to the girl who’s slipping between my fingers.
“This conversation just proves it’s already become complicated.” She gestures between the two of us.
I officially hate the wordcomplicated.
She steps around me. I reach for her arm, but she pulls away.
“Levi, this isn’t a good idea. I can’t hurt my brothers. I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.”
Of course the problem is her brothers; however, I don’t give a shit what other people think about me, especially about my relationships.
“Isn’t your brother dating your best friend? That didn’t sting a little?” I spit out with frustration.
She spins around to face me and pokes my chest with her finger. “That’s different, and you know it.”
“I don’t see how it is.” I shrug, getting fed up.
She lets out a sigh of frustration. “See, we’re already fighting. All we’re supposed to be is two rivals fake dating for money.”
Ouch.
Nodding at her, I don’t hide the anger on my face. “All right, I get it. Will you at least tell me your address? I want to send you a housewarming gift.”
“I don’t need—”
I butt in, “I know you don’t need anything, but I want to get you something.” Seeing the skeptical look on her face, I add, “And, no, it’s not going to be a box of crickets.”
Nodding once, she backs away and replies, “I’ll text you my address, I guess.”
Lifting my chin, I watch as she walks away. She thinks I’ve let it go, but little does she know, I never give up.
I always win.
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