I ignore him, pulling a knee up into my chest to cut off the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“Don’t tell me this movie’s getting you all hot and sweaty,” heasks, voice so low my skin prickles in response. “It’s not as sickly-sweet as I was expecting. I like the tension they’ve got going on.”
“I agree,” I manage, though my voice comes out a little rough.
What the hell is wrong with me?I think I’m going to have to ask him to leave very soon.
“I have to admit, I didn’t think I was in for this kind of… physical reaction, myself.”
“Wait. What do you mean?” I glance at him for the first time since the movie started.
“Forget it.”
I can’t help it—my eyes slide over to where I shouldn’t be looking. I catch myself just in time and go back to fixating on the screen. What if hewerehard right now—what would I have done next?Oh gosh.
Suddenly, he seems to realize what’s going on and his shoulders start to shake. I glance up. The asshole is laughing.
“Oh, knock it off! You aresucha pig, you know that?” I turn up the volume. “I’m going to pretend you never said that…”
Okay, maybe I’m the pot calling the kettle black here.
“Sorry! It’s just that it’s been about a century since I’ve done what Sheryl and Max are doing.”
“A century? Please. What’s that in Donovan Wolinski time?” I snicker. “A week?”
“Over three months and counting, actually.”
I hit pause, and the screen freezes on Max’s bare ass.Nice.
I turn to Donovan. “You’re kidding.”
He shakes his head.
“EvenI’mnot that starved.” I laugh. “Shit, Donovan!”
He stretches his leg out and tilts his head, studying me in silence.
“Over three months…” I calculate out loud. “So, that’s—what? Late June, early July? So basically, this whole summer you didn’t even once…”
I pinch my lips shut the moment my brain fills in the missing link.
“I mean, it’s notthatbad,” I stammer. “It’s notcrazy, or anything.”
He keeps watching me, and now I want to sink into the mattress. How am I supposed to recover from this?
“It’s because of your sister,” I finally murmur.
“Like I said—I spent the whole break thinking. There was no way I could have sex with anyone, not when I felt so guilty.” He shrugs. “I needed a change.”
“Wow. You’re kind of an extremist. It must be hard.”
“Hard as a rock, in fact.” He raises an eyebrow.
I elbow him in the ribs. “Fantastic visual, thanks. Remind me why I ever agreed to be your confidante?”
He looks at me intently. “So, how about you? Did—”
“Nope.” I hold up a hand. “I think we’re done here.”
