“He’s naked” is all he says.
“Hurry the fuck up, then,” I snap at Sinclair.
“Jeez, Olive,” he mutters, doing up his fly.“What’s got into you this time?”
“Don’t you have to be down at the stables or something?”I ask in irritation.
“Are you seriously chucking me out of my own room?”Sinclair inquires in disbelief.
I say nothing, just wait by Colin’s bed while Sinclair grabs his stuff and finally clears off.I give a quick check that the door is shut, then turn back to Colin.
Colin
She’s apeshit.Anyone can see that, but I still don’t bother to stand up.I’m way too pissed at the casual way Olive Garden thinks she can just burst into my room and make a scene.What the hell is her problem?Kicking Sinclair out is fine by me, but how long is she planning to stand by my bed and stare at me?Am I supposed to be able to guess what’s bothering her?
“What?”I ask, and I can’t resist the temptation to link my arms behind my head.
“You’ve got a fucking girlfriend at home.”
I freeze.What makes her think that?“No,” I say curtly.
“I saw it,” she spits at me.“The photos with Maresa.”
Maresa...I wait for the stab in the chest, but there isn’t one.Even so, I feel kind of exposed.And confused.Why’s she stalking me?Because how else would she know about Maresa?And why do I have to justify myself?I never made Olive Garden any promises.Not one.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” I growl.“She’s a goddamn bitch.”
“Mind how you speak about women,” Olive snarls, taking a threatening step toward me.
“Mind how you speak tome.”I sit up.
“You can’t kiss me just because you happen to be a few thousand miles from her!”
“I can kiss whoever I like,” I say, even though I know I can’t.
Why’s she freaking out like this?I’ve done nothing wrong.Olive has no clue what there is or isn’t between Maresa and me, and I don’t have to answer to her.It’s none of her business.And I really don’t need Olive to remind me how humiliating the thing with Maresa was for me.
“Besides, I didn’t kiss you,” I add, standing up so that she has to look up at me.“You kissed me.”
“Like you didn’t want me to.”
“That’s a bold assumption, Olive,” I snap at her.“If I remember right, I said that I wasn’t going to kiss you.And you went right ahead and did it anyway, and now turn up in my bedroom to chew me out?”
I’ve stepped closer to her with every sentence, and I hate myself for it, but she winds me up.Who does she think she is?This constant flip-flopping is messing with my head.
Her chest rises and falls, but there’s something sparkling in her eyes.It scares me as much as it turns me on.But no, that’s enough.I don’t want all this again.I knew it would end in drama if I let her get close to me.It was naive to think it could be different with Olive.I can’t do this: I’ve got enough other stuff to work on in my life.I can’t keep getting into fights with her, so I have to convince her to keep her distance from me.
“For a moment, I thought you weren’t as much of an arsehole as you make out.”Her voice is shaking.“But I guess I was wrong.”
Yeah, Olive Garden.How nice that you’ve finally figured that out.
I grit my teeth, then wind up for the knockout punch.“I feel truly sorry for you, that you thought I’d want to kiss someone like you.”
Wow.Still got it.
But it’s not funny anymore.
She clenches her fists, pain flickers in her green eyes, followed by rage.
