“What do you want to hear?”
My voice wavered, and that happened with every step James took toward me.
James loved to use his gift of gab to manipulate; I definitely had to practice before I could get to his level.
“I don’t know, Snow White. Try telling me the truth.”
“Like I actually believe what I said yesterday? Or that I was drunk and I said that just to say it?”
“Look, I’m not your mom, don’t try that with me. I’m just interested in the truth,” he said, without being perturbed in the least.
“So you do care.” I bit my lip and lifted my chin.
He smiled.
“So you do care that I care about you.”
I bowed my head when our lips got too close together.
“Did you tell Will I slept over at your place?”
“No.”
I held my breath so I wouldn’t inhale his mint and champagne breath.
“But I will,” he added.
“Okay.” I looked around a little apprehensively. “But not today, okay?”
“Yeah, today,” he shot back, narrowing his eyes. What an irritating child.
The looks I started shooting around were now more worried.
“Do you want war to break out at my mom’s exhibit?”
“Do you prefer to keep secrets between you, me, and Will?”
“No, I agree on being honest. Will needs to understand that he doesn’t have the right to be that way anymore—like, jealous of me.”
“That’s not easy.” James furrowed his brows.
“Is that why you haven’t told him yet?”
“Should I have told him how you begged me to sleep with you, White?”
My eyes widened. “I said I wanted to sleep at your place, not with you!” I clarified. I cleared my throat before continuing. “You’re the one who said it, Hunter.”
I felt my cheeks burn even more.
A flash of anxiety shot across James’s eyes, and his tone of voice got more urgent.
“And tell me, what would I have said?”
“Well—”
I definitely wasn’t going to repeat it.
“I didn’t say shit, Snow White. I also didn’t ask you to sleep with me.”
