Just Wes. Teasing me.
I was sure he wasn’t being intentionally cruel, but I couldn’t help feeling a little hurt all the same.
OverEasy:there’s fresh coffee in the pot in the kitchen, if you want it
A peace offering?
I did want it. Regardless of anything else, coffee sounded like the most important, sexiest thing in the world right now.
Hayden:Thanks
I finished up and headed down to the kitchen, stopping dead when I found Wes still hovering by the coffee pot. I’d imagined he’d make himself scarce.
Especially after last night.
“Morning,” he said, offering me a cheerful smile and pushing a cup of coffee—with creamer, and I was guessing sugar—across the counter toward me.
“We’ve already done good mornings,” I said, padding my way over and taking up the same spot I had yesterday.
“Touchy.” Wes tapped on the side of his own white-and-red striped coffee mug. “You roll out of the wrong side of the bed?”
“I…”
Was being rude. And cold. Exactly like I didn’twantto be.
I wasn’t like that. Not really. I was just… frustrated.
Sexually frustrated, but alsogenerallyfrustrated. So much of my life wasn’t going as planned.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, wrapping both hands around the coffee mug for comfort. “Good morning.”
“You’ve never used a hookup app before, have you?” Wes asked.
I looked up at him, weary. “That obvious?”
He shrugged. “Kinda. How old is that picture?”
“Maybe three years?” I said. “I… do I lookthatdifferent?”
Wes sipped his coffee. “I’m pleading the fifth,” he said. “But Icanhelp. If you want.”
I thought back to his profile. I hadn’t even bothered to read what it said, I’d been so busy looking at that first picture.
“WhyOverEasy?” I asked.
“I was a short-order cook for one of the local diners when I made the profile,” he said. “And Iameasy.”
I wasn’t sure what to say about that. I’d kissed him last night, and we apparently weren’t acknowledging it this morning, so I couldn’t help a bitter little thought that he wasn’tthateasy.
Not that he was obliged to have sex with me. Not, in the cold light of day, that I was even sure I wanted that.
… okay, that was a lie. I was trying so hard not to look at him that I was probably coming across as rude again.
“Do I remind you of a praying mantis?” I asked, remembering what Marissa had said. I risked looking up, meeting Wes’s pretty eyes that felt like they could see all the way down to my soul.
“Kinda,” Wes said. “You’re all limbs.”
“I meant in terms of likelihood of biting your head off.”
