"It's not a lecture. I'm just—" I stop as he puts his mouth right beside my ear, his musky scent enveloping me and making my heart go even faster.
"I'll try to be more careful," he whispers, but the way he said it I don't think he was being sincere. It's more like he was making fun of me. He backs away, but just barely, his eyes lowering to my lips. His hand rises to my mouth and before I can protest, he drags his finger over my bottom lip. "Had a little something there." He smirks as he backs away, grabbing my napkin to wipe his finger before tossing it on the table. He turns back to his friend and continues their conversation as if nothing happened.
I clear my throat and turn back around, picking up my fork and tossing my salad around on the plate. I should eat it since I paid for it but I'm not hungry. Not after what just happened. What the hell was he doing? Trying to intimidate me? By flirting with me? What am I saying? That wasn't flirting. He was invading my personal space to show me he's the one in control. And I let him!
"I'm leaving," I say, getting up.
"I'll go with you," Eve says, grabbing her tray.
As we walk away, I feel Dean's eyes on me. I'm sure he's thrilled with himself for making me leave. I should've stayed there just to prove he doesn't intimidate me but I couldn't. I needed to get away from him.
"Holy shit, that was hot," Eve says as we go out to the hall.
"What was hot?"
"You and Dean." She blows out a breath. "I was expecting fire to ignite and the whole place to go up in flames."
I hold onto her arm, stopping her. "Are you kidding me? He was being a total jerk! Getting in my face like that! Touching me! He was way out of line and he knew it and didn't care."
"And you liked it," she says with a smile.
"What?" I look at her like she's crazy. "I hated it! I would've punched him if I thought I could without breaking my hand."
"Uh huh," she says, like she doesn't believe me.
"You don't know me so I get why you think you saw something you didn't, but if you knew me, you'd know I do not go for guys like Dean. Guys with big egos? Big muscles? Guys who think they're in charge? Not at all my type. If you knew my boyfriend you'd—"
"You have a boyfriend?" she asks.
"Chad. He goes to my old school."
"Why haven't you ever mentioned him?"
"I just met you. We haven't talked much."
"We've talked long enough for you to tell me you have a boyfriend. How long have you dated him?"
"Almost two years."
Her eyes bug out. "And you forgot to mention him? A guy you've dated for two years?"
"I didn't forget. If we were talking about boyfriends, I would've told you about him."
"Show me a picture of him."
Swiping through my phone, I find a picture from prom last year. Chad looked hot in his tuxedo, and he was smiling, which he usually doesn't do in photos. He prefers a serious look.
"Huh," Eve says as she looks at the photo.
"What?" I take my phone back. "You don't think he's cute?"
"He's okay. If you like that boyish type."
"Boyish? What do you mean?"
"The pale skin. Pink cheeks. The blond hair with the big part on the side. The skinny body." She shrugs. "It makes him look young, like a young boy." She smiles as she watches a guy walk past us. "I, personally, prefer a more manly look."
"Like him?" I say, motioning to the guy she's staring at. I don't know his name but he's wide and muscular so I'm guessing he plays football.
