Stop looking at me like that, dammit.He can’t know what I was thinking ... but why does it feel as if he did?
It’s because I know that look on his face. It’s the same one he had on that night. And if it’s not, then that’s all the more reason for me to leave.
“Check, please,” I whisper. “I think the wine’s bad. I’m gonna go lay down for a minute.”
I can’t even look at him to try and sell it, but it doesn’t matter because he steals my glass and fills it before taking a drink, calling my bluff.
I can’t handle this. My flesh is weak.
“It’s delicious.”
Shut up.
“Just call me when dinner’s done. I’ve had my fill of you.”
Oh no ... that came out flirty.
“Really?” He tilts his head as I stand there, silent. “I’d hoped you never get enough.”
“Shut up,” I snark, but it doesn’t have the same bite as usual.
He licks his bottom lip before he rests a palm on the marble, locking out his arm. It makes the muscles more defined. And him even more fine.
Goddammit.
“Come on, Evilicious.” He smirks. “How are we supposed to be friends if you take off every time I make you shiver?”
This motherfucker.
If my jaw was open, it would’ve snapped shut. He’s really calling me out. Without apology. Ooo, the smile on his face is so tempting to slap.
I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Listen, I’m as surprised as you that I got cold, considering the room seems to be full of hot air. Have fun making your SpaghettiOs ... Sorry, is that insensitive? Since your spaghetti never gave me any O’s?”
Lies. But desperate times and all.
He wipes his hand over his jaw, smiling widely as I walk away to my bedroom, only hearing him chuckle when I close the door.
Sicko.
I frown-smile because I’m not sure which one of us I’m talking about.
Well, that settles it. I cannot ever leave this room again.
A laugh hits me because I really hope the rosebush outside my window isn’t the thorny kind.
Fuck my life.
Chase
She ate in her room, and I ate at the table. But I’m still counting it as a win. Technically, it was a victory when she shivered.
There isn’t another sound on this planet I would recognize faster.
Because I’ve heard it twice.
And she knows I know she’s a fucking liar, over here pretending my spaghetti wasn’t getting it done.
It was once on my fingers and once—god, she was so hot.Her lips were parted, her eyes on mine as she trembled and came undone. But the after was my favorite part because she shivered and then bit her damn lip.
