“Is that a yes?”
“No, that’s not a yes. That’s a ‘we’ve had this conversation before, and I told you there’s nothing going on between us’.”
“I saw you curled up on the sofa together,” I say.
“Oh my god, we’re best friends! We hug, we curl up and watch films together, we’re close. Honestly, our relationship is more like brother and sister. I’m sorry if you can’t handle that but it’s not going to change.”
She refuses to look at me, instead focusing on trying to keep the towel covering her body; none of this has gone as I planned.
“Shit,” I say softly, rubbing my face in my hands. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
She sighs. “What is this really about?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, we’ve spent the last week fucking each other, but we barely talk; the literal definition of casual. But now you turn up here with all these questions and accusations. So what is going on, why are you actually here? And be honest with me, can you do that, just tell me what you’re thinking?”
With her standing in front of me, soaking wet with her arms wrapped around her, looking at me so openly, I know what it is that I want.
“I don’t wanna fuck anyone else,” I say.
She shrugs. “Okay, so don’t.”
“And I don’t want you to fuck anyone else.”
“You know that makes you sound like a hypocrite, considering that you just told me you don’t like being told what to do.”
“I didn’t mean that, I… I was jealous.”
Fuck, it’s terrifying to admit that to her.
“Jealous of what?”
“Elizabeth, you’ve been all I can think about since we kissed at Donovan’s party. I haven’t even looked at another girl since that night. I was jealous knowing you were probably with other guys.” I step closer and reach for her hand. “I just want it to be us.”
She looks up at me and smiles, looking so incredibly beautiful I can barely breathe.
“Has this all been a really fucked up way of trying to tell me that you want us to be exclusive?”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“You only want us to fuck each other, no one else. You want us to be exclusive.”
“Yeah,” I say, “yeah, that’s exactly what I want.”
She sighs. “Why didn’t you just say that instead of being all possessive and following me out here?”
“I didn’t know how! I don’t do shit like this.”
“Come here,” she laughs, lifting up on her tiptoes and kissing me.
I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her close to return the kiss, already feeling my body react to her.
“Is that a yes to being exclusive?” I ask, hating to break the kiss but needing to know.
“I want it to be, Diablo. But—”
“Angel,” I interrupt, remembering how my name sounded on her lips.
