“What the fuck do you want?” He lowered his head in my direction, forcing me to respond with an exasperated look.
“From you, nothing. Move, please.”
Obviously he didn’t move an inch. He continued to gaze at me contemptuously.
More persistent than ever before, I put my hands on his sweaty chest to push him, but it was useless.
“Ew.” I groaned as I felt my hands slide down his chest.
James leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Yeah, sure,eww. Why don’t you give me another little kiss since you’re already here?” he whispered, as his cologne intoxicated me.
“Because you’re a dickhead.”
“Fucking bitch.”
“June? You really came?”
Finally, William’s silhouette appeared like a celestial vision behind James’s shoulders.
“James, let her in,” Will ordered, seeing that I was still at the door.
“What on earth were you doing?” I asked perplexed, when I noticed that Will was also sweating bullets with his soaking T-shirt and messy hair.
“We were training,” he explained, as James bolted to the kitchen. William wiped his face with a towel, staying a safe distance away. “I’m gonna take a shower, then I’ll be right with you, okay?”
I nodded, unconvinced, then crouched down on the first step of the staircase. I wanted to talk; I felt like I wanted to tell him that we couldn’t continue like this, that my thoughts went up in flames. James stood in front of me with his hand in his tracksuit pant pocket and an apple juice in the other.
“I did it because my brain was foggy,” I said to justify myself. But James didn’t consider the important subject.
“Jasper was looking for you this afternoon,” he said, looking down at me.
“I couldn’t come.” I looked down at the parquet flooring because the sight of his lips on the straw bothered me. “Shouldn’t you be at home with him?”
James looked at me with arrogant disregard. “You want some?” he asked, pointing to the juice.
“No.”
And for god’s sake, get dressed.
“Do you live here now, Hunter?”
“I come here sometimes, White,” he said, leaning his shoulder against the wall.
I remembered what Jordan told my mom, that James almost never slept at home.
“Why are you sleeping here?”
His blue eyes stared at me sharply beneath his messy hair.
“None of your fucking business, but it’s useless to remind you of that because you can’t help yourself. You always have to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
I sulked. “Why can’t you ever be civil toward me?” He tilted his head like he wanted to study me from another angle to understand if I was really interested in what I’d asked him.
“Sometimes I come here more often than usual. That’s all,” he disclosed concisely.
“Why? Your dad seems like an okay guy.”
His eyes got darker, and he sat next to me on the step.
