“What about it?” I ask.
He lifts a shoulder. “Just an observation.”
“That’s why you’re standing here, stopping me from watching someone else get maimed by a serial killer on screen?”
“No, that’s not all.”
I make a motion with my hands. “Let’s go, Lenny. Time’s awastin’.”
“If you’re not exclusive, would you want to go out sometime?” he asks. He looks nervous, and he should be.
“Why would I want to do that? You already got your notch that night on the beach.”
“I’m not talking about fucking, Jillie.”
I flinch at the crassness of the expression. I didn’t think what we did would be considered “fucking” but apparently, he does since he’s now called it that twice. Lovely.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Lenny. You keep too much of yourself hidden and I’m really not all that fond of the part you let people see. Now Jack… Jack was the kind of guy I’d go out with in a heartbeat,” I admit.
“Jack doesn’t exist,” he replies, his eyes narrowed.
“Yes, he does. It’s just too bad you don’t let him come out to play.” I pat his chest and start to walk away when he grabs my wrist to halt me. I look back at him.
“You weren’t just a notch,” he confesses.
“For as loving and caring as you’ve been since that night… you could’ve fooled me.” I pull against his restraining hand, but he holds firm.
“Can I at least have your number?” he asks.
Is he serious? It’s my turn to narrow my gaze on him. “What do you want from me, Leo?”
“I don’t know.”
I nod. “You might want to figure it out.” His date comes walking up and I shrug him off. “Or not.”
I walk away and back into the theater, angry, hurt, confused, frustrated. I wish I could punch him in the face.
Elan wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me in close. “Are you okay?”
“Not so much.”
“What…”
“Leo.”
He nods. “Do I need to break his face?”
I smile at Hottie E. “No, he’s not worth that.”
“His words aren’t worth your frown, either, Foxy.”
This time my smile is genuine. “You’re a keeper, Hottie E. Gianna’s an idiot.”
He shrugs. “I’m comfortable where I’m at.”
“Are we a thing?” I ask.
“I don’t know what we are, Jillie. What do you want us to be?” he asks.
