Posey:And the giver then says Arghhhh like a pirate?
Penny:I’m about to disown all of you.
Posey:That’s fair.
Halsey:Can we get back to the boob! I don’t think this is working. We didn’t talk the rest of the day. I’m failing!
Penny:You’re not failing, we just need to think of something . . . something drastic. Like a real curveball. Let me think on this. I can come up with something great.
Chapter Thirteen
BLAKELY
“You don’t mind stopping here real quick?” I ask Halsey as I pull up to my apartment.
To say things have been awkward is an understatement. I worked the whole day at the office so Oden took him home yesterday, but now that the guys are out of town, I’m back to driving Halsey.
I don’t mind.
But it seems like it’s extremely painful for him.
And sure . . . he touched my boob.
It was an honest mistake. Not quite sure where he was going with the whole proximity thing, but it’s not like he set out to touch my breast. He apologized profusely, even stuck a Post-it Note on my door for when I got home that saidI’m sorry. He holed up in his room for the night, which made things even more awkward.
So when I came into his room for our good night slumber party, he was stiff as a board, apologized once more, then turned away from me and went to sleep.
This morning, I made the smoothie that sprayed across his entire apartment and tried to make a joke about it, but I could see just how uncomfortable he was, even though he attempted to smile.
I am hoping it was the fact that he didn’t mean to touch me that has made him so miserable. Andnotthe fact that my boob was so disgusting that it sent him into this catatonic tailspin where I am made of sludge and cooties. Because I know I have great boobs, but now I’m starting to doubt that with every minute that goes by that he doesn’t talk to me.
“No, it’s cool. I can stay in the car. Give you some privacy.”
This guy . . . the number of times he’s offered me privacy since the boob touch.
I don’t want privacy. I just want things the way they were.
Getting slightly irritated because I miss the fun Halsey, I turn in the car and say, “You touched my boob.”
His frantic expression would make me laugh if I wasn’t so frustrated.
I press my hand to his and smile. “Halsey, it’s okay. I don’t feel like you violated me or whatever horrific thoughts are running through your head. It was an honest mistake.”
“I would never violate you, Blakely,” he says while his hand eclipses mine.
His large . . . callousy hand.
“I know.” I look him in the eyes. “But you’re acting like you did, and it’s weird. I don’t want it to be weird.”
“I’m sorry.” His thumb rubs over my knuckles, and for the first time in a really long time, a wave of butterflies hits me—like they were unleashed with the short, tight stroke, erupting an influx of lust through my veins.
Where the heck did that come from?
“Um, yeah, I know you’re sorry,” I say, me now taking the awkward role. “It was an accident, no need to apologize anymore. I wasn’t offended. Honestly, it was the most action I’ve gotten in a while. So I should be thanking you.”
That brings the smallest of smirks to his lips.
“Yeah, it was the most action I’ve gotten in a while as well.”
