Levi snorts. “Well then. Maybe… I’ll text you and we can go out again.”
“Yeah.” A feeble little smile. “Sure, let me know.”Please don’t.
“Have a good night, Lana.”
“You too, Levi.”
My hand wraps around the door handle of his car and when my heels tap against the sidewalk, I see Christian’s face peeking out of his window. When the passenger door closes, Levi drives off, but I’m smiling still because Christian thinks he’s so subtle.
I am also deducting ten points for not helping me out of his car or walking me to the door.
His eyes widen when he notices me watching him and he throws himself back into his seat. Beautiful idiot, I swear.
I walk toward my front door with purpose, swaying my hipsside to side, one foot directly in front of the other like I’m on a runway. And I move slowly, you know, to make him suffer a little extra tonight.
The sound of a car door opening and closing makes me smirk as I take my keys out of my purse.
“You’re back early,” Christian quips from behind me.
I turn to find him at the bottom of my front steps, leaning against the railing with his arms crossed, biceps threatening to rip the fabric to shreds.
I roll my eyes. “And you’re still here.”
He smirks and it pisses me off because it’s so hot. “What happened with Levi?”
“It isnoneof your business,” I grumble.
“It is when you come home upset.”
“Need I remind you that this ismy house. You’re just sleeping in my driveway andtrespassing!”
“I’m here for you.”
“I don’t believe you,” I snarl, sounding so unbelievably cruel in my ears.
And there it is again. The second time tonight.
I forget about the cute messages and him watching me leave on a date and waiting for me to come home. I forget about the foot massage and the kiss on my cheek, and I only remember the way he left me. All the ways I’ve found him crying out for help. All the ways my heart broke for him, and the wayhebrokeit.
Christian grunts, pushing back his hair and drags his hand down his face. The porch sensor light finally turns on and I finally see it. I blink thrice to make sure I’m not seeing a ghost.
“Are you— Are you wearingjeans?”
Christian looks down at his blue jeans that he paired with a black t-shirt. “Terrance told me I should go shopping.”
Squinting, I take a step down to examine his outfit. He’s also wearingsneakers.
I take one more step and…
Ahhh.I get it.
I scoff, looking from his sneakers to his t-shirt. “You’re insufferable.”
“What—Lana.”
I turn, go back up my porch steps, and open my front door, slamming it behind me before he can follow me in. His shoes are Gucci and his fucking t-shirt has its tiny Prada logo at the neckline. His fists pound on my door. “Lana!”
“Leave!”
