“Don’t traumatize my sister,” she threatens.
“No promises,” Wesley retorts, unable to hide his smirk.
I turn to face him, arms crossed in annoyance. “You can go now.”
He steps closer instead, lowering his voice. “Do you really want me to?”
“I’ve realized that watching you leave brings me great joy.”
His smirk spreads wickedly across his face. “I knew you liked my ass.”
“I—I do not,” I stutter.
The laughter that spills out of him has me even more annoyed. “Keep telling yourself that, GCG.”
“Stop calling me that!”
“It’s not my fault you love grilled cheese sandwiches.”
My hackles rise. “It was the only thing on the menu that looked appetizing.”
“And yet you ate it like it was Michelin starred.”
“I was hungry.”
He smiles. It’s softer now and less cocky, but even more dangerous. “Do you always fight things you love like this?”
I scoff. “If you’re insinuating that I love—”
“Grilled cheese,” he finishes for me.
“Right,grilled cheese, then you don’t know anything about me.”
“Maybe not,” he says, leaning in slightly. “But I know you’ve been waiting for this all night.” He dips his head, clearly aiming for my mouth.
That’s when instinct takes over, and my hand comes flying out of nowhere, vibrating off his cheek with a vicious crack that echoes through the parking lot.
“Oh my god,” I hiss. “What is wrong with you?”
Wesley freezes, slack jawed and stunned. His hand flies to his cheek, rubbing out the sting as that stupid smile slides across his face again.
He blinks once. Twice. Then takes a casual step backward, stuffing his hands in his pockets like he didn’t just try to attack my face with his unwanted lips. “It was worth a shot.”
My heart pounds violently in my chest, palm slightly stinging as I rub it softly. “You are unbelievable,” I shout, staring at him in disbelief.
“Yeah,” he says, still smirking. “But for two seconds you hesitated. Which means you were thinking about it.”
He doesn’t deserve an answer. I’m done giving him any of my time, so I turn on my heels before throwing open the passenger door of Pippa’s Mustang, my pulse erratic as my face burns uncomfortably.
“See you later, GCG!” he calls after me.
“Tell your criminal record I say hi!” I fire back, clearly flustered.
Wesley laughs all the way to Eddie’s truck.
The jerk.
Pippa smirks as I fight with her seatbelt.
