Growling in disgust, I press my palms on his chest. I push, hard. But he doesn’t budge.
“What?”
“You’re a dick. You ruined a perfectly good moment.”
“How?” His voice just got higher.
I push again, but it only makes him press closer. “Having feelings doesn’t make you a pussy, dickface.”
Scoffing, he takes one of my hands and places it on the bed, beside my head. “I know.” He sighs. “Look, Tayler, I’m not used to this shit. Cut me some slack. I’m doing what you wanted. I’m here. I’m ready.”
“Ready? For what?”Oh, this ought to be good.
“To try.”
I wait for more, but the guy isn’t giving it up. “To try what?” God. He’s so damn frustrating. “Spit it out, Luke.”
“Us. I’m ready to try.”
I blink rapidly. “Us?”
“Us.”
My voice sounds strange. Scratchy. “As in not just friends?”
“Friends. With benefits. Exclusive benefits.”
I’ve been straining my neck to look up at him. With those words, however, I let my head flop back onto the bed. I also lose all the fight left in my limbs. Now I’m as limp as a noodle. “Friends with exclusive benefits.” It’s not a question.
“Yeah.” Jesus, he sounds so smug.
Lifting my head, I glare at him. “You know what that means, right?”
“Yeah?” I can tell by his expression that I’ve confused him with my question. “It means we’re friends who fuck but only each other.”
“Do I look like the kind of girl who fucks her friends?” I mean… he cannot be serious.
This time, instead of trying to push him off me, I roll to my right and am almost able to get out from beneath him, but he’s quick.
“Babe.”
I growl and do my best not to knee him in the nuts. It’d serve him right.
“Tayler. Come on.”
I give up. He’s too close for me to wiggle out, so I’ll just stop. But he’s got me so frigging pissed. And sad.
So damn sad.
I do that thing I did before. I cry. Not on purpose. It’s just it’s barely ten in the morning and it’s been a shitstorm already. It’s Saturday. I was looking forward to spending a lazy morning hanging out with Quinn. We planned on going to the mall later so she could find something cute to wear when Cooke gets here, but now that’s not gonna happen. No, now I’ve got Luke wanting to screw me like I’m a harlot, I’ve got Dylan stalking me, and on top of all that, I have to go to the police station later. So yeah, I’m crying.
Sue. Me.
“Tayler. Honey.” Luke’s voice is soft and kind of sweet.
I don’t listen to him, though. This isn’t about him, necessarily.
“Babe, please stop. I’m sorry.”
