“Shh, don’t scream! What now?”
“I didn’t fucking think you were serious.”
Lit by the glow of the TV, his face turned white in the dim light. He moved so far from me that he almost fell off the bed, pulling the whole quilt away with him.
“What’s your problem?” I stammered, confused.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to sleep together, White.” His reaction seemed a little excessive.
“Of course not, neither do I.”
“I’m going downstairs,” he grumbled as he dragged the quilt with him, lifting my T-shirt up to my belly button. I instinctively pulled it back down.
The embarrassment had become unbearable. Why’d he have to make everything so hard? I preferred when he was an asshole.
“You’re leaving me without a blanket?” I asked, speechless.
James stumbled at first, then got up and stared at me as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“So let me get this straight—you want the bed, the blanket, and what the fuck else do you want now?” He made me feel small. I put my arms over my bare legs.
“I can’t sleep without something covering me, okay?”
“It’s official. You’re the queen of the pain in the asses,” he spat, flinging himself back on the bed. He threw the quilt toward me, and both of us were covered.
“I swear if I hear another peep out of your fucking mouth, you hear me?” he threatened, turning off the TV.
I moved closer to the edge of the bed when I felt his thigh graze my hip.
I stared at the ceiling, as I sensed his every move. He put his hand behind the nape of his neck and stayed still with his perfect profile facing the ceiling.
He seemed more innocent in that position.
“What the fuck are you looking at?”
I turned to face the other way.
“If you even think about it, James.”
“What?”
“Touching me.”
“I can’t think about it? Oh, what a shame. That’s exactly what I was about to do, fantasize about your gorgeous ass,” he murmured.
“Ew.”
“I’m joking, dumbass.”
“Of course you are.”
“Shut up and go to sleep, please. You’re too much of a pain. I can’t deal with it anymore.”
“I’m not. I’m just making everything clear, Hunter.”
“Do you realize that you always act so childish?”
“Maybe, but getting into the same bed as you is the last thing I wanted to do tonight.”
