As soon as he’s out of earshot, she pushes me away and folds her arms across her chest. “What the hell was that?”
“You tell me. He had his hands all over you.”
“He’s just a friend. You’re completely crazy. We’ve been friends for years,” she snaps angrily.
“He wants more.”
“No, he doesn’t!” she argues. “You’re seeing things that aren’t there.”
“Oh, really, most beautiful girl on campus, and the way he let his hand linger on your waist, and I haven’t seen any of your other friends kissing your cheek so tenderly. You’re blind if you don’t see it.”
She clenches her jaw, her eyes locked with mine. But she has nothing to say.
Because she knows I’m right.
A satisfied smile spreads over my face.
Chapter 8 - Georgie
“I can’t believe you embarrassed me like that. Trent isn’t even my type,” I huff, narrowing my eyes at Kristopher.
“You’re his type.”
I shake my head. I’ve never viewed Trent in that way. And sure, he asked me out three years ago, but I said no, and that was that.He was one of those guys who fell short in comparison to Kristopher.My stomach churns, thinking about how he just introduced himself as my husband.
“You’re overreacting so embarrassingly right now. You don’t have to protect me from my friends,” I snap.
Kristopher slips his hand around my waist and tugs me tight against his body. “Is this how friends hug?” he asks. He gently kisses my cheeks, and my entire soul ignites. “Is this how friends say hello?” he whispers. His voice is low as it brushes over me, silky and deep, making me tremble in his arms. I close my eyes, savoring the intimacy.
My heart is beating a million miles an hour when I realize that his hand placement is exactly the same as Trent's, but when Trent did it, I felt nothing.
When Kris did the same thing, it stole my sanity for a moment. It set heat flooding my body, it made my heart race, and my thoughts turn to very erotic things.
I step back, trying to hide how pink my cheeks have grown. Okay, just becauseIfelt nothing doesn’t mean Trentintendednothing by it.
So, begrudgingly, I have to admit that Kristopher has a point.
“Okay, fine, whatever,” I sigh.
But I can’t help being impressed and confused by how much attention Kristopher paid to that interaction. He’s been watching me like a hawk all day. Every time I glance at him, his eyes are locked onto me.
I just didn’t think he was taking in such fine detail.
I bite my lower lip and scrunch my nose. I shouldn’t read into this. “I have to get to class,” I mutter, a quiet, unsettled feeling shifting inside me.
Kristopher’s behavior just now was possessive, jealous even, when he chased Trent away, making it very clear that I was his wife. He didn’t have to tell the guy that. But he made a point of it. He made a show of claiming me in front of Trent.
Something I’ve wanted him to do since the day he kissed me all those years ago.
But now, he’s not doing it for the right reasons.
This is ego.
This is just him staking a claim because I happen to be married to him, and he feels he has a right to. The marriage wasn’t anything other than convenience.
I huff loudly, avoiding letting him see me roll my eyes.
I’m pissed off with myself. Why in the world does Kris still have the power to turn me on like that when he’s the one who rejected me? That kiss…it was pure bliss for me…but he put a stop to it and pushed me away. It’s a rejection that still stings as sharply as the day it first happened. And here I am, years later, letting him tease me all over again, despite knowing better.
