“Uh, let’s see,” I replied a bit too sarcastically, raising up a finger to count his offenses as I listed them.
“I was asking you in the car earlier if you wanted to take advantage of the jacuzzi with me after studying, and you let outa grunt before turning up the volume of the music to end the conversation.” Strike one.
“When we parked and got down, I was trying to help you with the bags, but you stormed off without a single word, leaving me there in the driveway confused, with my feelings hurt.” Strike two.
“And last, while we were eating lunch, I don’t even know what I did wrong that time, but I saw you judging me, your stupid face looking annoyed as all hell like I kicked a puppy or something.” Strike three.
“So, I’ll ask you your own question. What didIdo?”
I hate it. I hate it so much that my eyes are teary. I was so angry that I wanted to cry.
Not just because Nero is being mean for no reason, but because I was hoping we’d take the next step this weekend.
Dex was right. I really was sexually frustrated. Out of all three, Nero was the guy I’ve fantasized about being with the longest.
Call me fucked up. Or a bad friend to both him and Andy, but it was the truth.
At my tears, Nero came to me, and with his long limbs, he was able to reach me immediately with just a single step forward. He went down on his knees in front of me, cradling my face with both his palms and caressing my skin with his thumbs to wipe the tears that already spilled over.
“I’m sorry,” he finally whispered after a few seconds of us just staring at each other. His was understanding and apologetic, while mine was straight up full of rage.
I was still glaring at him, but he wasn’t budging. If it was even possible, his eyes and expression were only softening more the longer I gave him what I hoped was a death glare.
“I don’t want you to misunderstand this. I’m not annoyed or mad at you.” Then a pause. “Do you remember when youand Siege were still new? Wasn’t necessarily because of me, but you’d be easily irritated, and I offered to help you so you can,” he trailed off, eyes expecting me to finish his sentence.
“Get laid?”
Nero nodded once.
Dammit, Dexwasright. Got it two for two.
Itwassexual frustration for both of us.
“Then why the hell are you not meeting my attempts to get us there?” I asked, getting even more annoyed now because, it turns out, we could’ve actually solved it if only he weren’t rejecting me.
“You left your scrunchie in my car the other day. I came over to return it, then I heard you defend this entire weekend to your dad, that it was for us to study. I was controlling myself, C. When you asked me to do the jacuzzi with you, my mind instantly went there, so I tried to drown it out by playing the music louder. I almost dropped our bags earlier when you accidentally touched me while reaching for yours. During lunch? You let out a moan while eating that goddamn burger, and I instantly got hard under the table.”
Jesus Christ.
This man has the hots for me.
“Well, still. You could’ve told me.”
Where did my voice go? I was melting.
“Told you what? That I fear one touch from you will make me come in my pants?” He asked, the boyish smirk back on his face, that I wanted nothing but to sit on it.
Did I really just think that?
God, we need to have sex. Stat.
“Well, I hope that’s not true. I’ve dreamt of our first time far too many times for you to finish that fast,” I said with my eyes not leaving his.
And there it was again.
His nostrils flaring and his jaw clenched.
Only now, I know that it’s for the right reasons.
