“You’re a violent little creature,” he accused her, and why was he fighting a smile right now. It pissed her off even more.
“You deserve it!” she griped as she backed away from him. A wind gust lifted the hem of her nightgown and showed her panties to the world, and his eyes went right to her thighs, and this was too much.
“What on earth are you wearing?”
“A nightgown!”
“That’s what you sleep in? You look like a little old lady.” His eyes were dancing now and she hated everything.
“You’re not allowed to make fun of me. I’m sure someone will appreciate this…this…” she held the hem of her oversized nightdress that actually did have a floral pattern and look a little geriatric on her. “This effort. Some man will appreciate my body in this. I’m not wearing a bra!”
His dark eyebrows shot up, and his eyes darted to her upper shelf.
“Don’t you look at me,” she griped, covering her chest with her arms.
“Fuck, okay, what?” he asked in a panicked tone, turning away and holding his hand in front of his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded. “Are you back to torture me some more?”
“Torture you? What are you talking about? And why does it smell like werewolf out here?”
“You mean like you? Why does it smell like you?”
He frowned at her and she jammed her fingers at him. “Don’t look at me,” she barked out.
He turned away again. “It can’t smell like me. I know what I smell like, and also, I’ve never been to your house before—”
“Liar!”
“Look, this reunion is not as fun as I imagined it. I can’t do the crazy stuff.”
“Oh, okay I’m the crazy one? I’m the one who is crazy? You block me, and break my heart, and then you show up here two nights in a row and then just leave as soon as I come outside to talk to you. And you piss on my bushes!”
His face looked truly baffled as he dropped his hand to his side. “Come again?”
“Why do you come see me if you don’t want to talk?”
“I haven’t! This is the first time I’ve been to your house.”
“Yes you have! Aaaah!” She screamed. “I’m not doing this. I don’t need a man making me feel this crazy. It’s too early in this non-relationship for the gaslighting. I’m going to have a good day,” she said, heading back for her house.
“Destiny, I haven’t been here before.”
“Oh yeah?” She jammed her finger at the camera on the eaves of her roof. “I’ve got proof. Want to try that again?”
He stood there baffled. “You’re saying I was here? In my truck? You saw me?”
“Every night but last night, but lo and behold, you show up this morning. Don’t want to break your streak. Are you hunting me?” she asked suddenly. “Is this some sort of game? Hunt the human?”
“What? No! Look, can I see the camera footage?”
She crossed her arms over her chest again. It was getting really cold out here.
“Preferably inside before you freeze to death?” he asked.
“You don’t get to just invite yourself inside and act like you didn’t ghost me, Dodger. That was messed up. You hurt me!”
Some emotion she didn’t understand flitted across his face but was gone in an instant. “Look, I was trying to stay away from you.”
