It doesn’t settle well.
It actually lights a flame of anger deep within me, so much so that when she shifts uncomfortably next to me, I snap, “What?”
From the tone of my voice, she pauses and glances over her shoulder. “I can’t get comfortable. You going to be pissed about that too? You’re the one who brought me here and is intent on sharing a bed, deal with my discomfort.”
“We’re sharing a bed because I’m not about to leave you unattended.”
“The living room is like two feet away.”
“More like twenty. And I’m not sleeping on a fucking couch when this room contains a perfectly fine bed.”
“Fine is an exaggeration. There’s no space.” She pushes at my legs with her feet. “Stick to your side.”
“There are no sides. It’s just a bed. Deal with it.”
She huffs. “This must be so much fun for you, sleeping next to a naked woman in silk sheets, almost as if you planned it.”
Clenching my jaw, I say, “If I planned this, you wouldn’t be pushing me away.”
“Oh please,” she scoffs, pissing me off even more. “You’re resistible, okay? I have no problem keeping to myself. You’re the grabby one.”
“Is that right?” I ask, “You think you can resist me?”
“Yes. You’re not the be-all and end-all when it comes to sex, Keller.”
I work my jaw to the side, my mind whirling with stubborn thoughts. She really thinks she can resist me? She thinks I can touch her and she won’t feel something? Not give in?
I’d LOVE to fucking see that.
My silence falls between us as I figure out how to handle this. How to prove her wrong. Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do. She thinks she can throw Evan in my face, tell me it’s easier being with him, piss me off, then emit a bald-faced lie like I’m resistible to her?
No fucking way.
She shifts again, grumbling under her breath, and I take that opportunity to loop my arm around her and plaster her up against my bare chest.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks.
“Making you more comfortable. That better?”
Her ass is snug against my crotch, and her bare skin smooths against mine. It’s a whole lot better for me.
“No. Worse,” she says, removing my hand and scooting toward the edge of the bed.
So fucking stubborn.
“You’re a fucking liar,” I say as I pull her back into my chest, but this time, I flip us both to our backs so she’s resting between my legs and her back is against my chest.
“What the hell, Keller.” She swats at me, but I pin her arms down, which causes the sheets to slide down her front, exposing her breasts.
Leaning forward, so my lips are close to her ear, I say, “You’re telling me, right now, you’re not turned on?”
Her chest rises then falls as she wets her lips, her body leaning into mine from the way my lips are so dangerously close to her face.
“No,” she answers, but there’s desperation laced with her answer.
“You’re lying to me again,” I say. “Why are you lying to me?”
“Because I’m mad at you,” she says, her voice full of disdain. “You broke me, Keller.”
