His thin brow rose in amusement. “I’m sorry, areyouof all people acting shy about sex?”
“No!” I protested, not caring if I sounded indignant because goddammit, Iwas.
“Is it because I was the one being forward instead of you?”
“Jesus, I don’t have control issues.”
“Right, you just happen to use sex as a way to keep people at a distance because you’re absolutely okay with not having control of a situation.”
“I never said you were right about that!”
“You not only said I was wrong, but you’ve been working off the premise that there might be some truth to what I said too.”
“Ugh!” I grunted, getting up and no longer caring if I was pitching a tent. Itwasannoying to realize I wasn’t going nearlyas soft as I should have been, considering how irritated I was, but I could ignore that while I tried not to throw him out of my room for being so insufferable. “What are you even doing?”
“Talking to you.”
“I swear to God, Isaac, if you don’t quit these word and mind games.”
“What word and mind games?” he asked, shrugging and taking the seat I had just vacated and drinking from my bottle of water. “I am literally just talking to you.”
“That,” I said, emphasizing the seat and him as I gestured between the two of us. “Was not talking.”
“No, that was me sexually propositioning you and you turning me down, against all odds.”
“Against all... What kind of guy do you think I am?”
“The sort that walks around like he’s just a libido and nothing else. So again, how did it feel to turn me down?”
I squinted at him. “It’s not because I don’t want to sleep with you.”
“Oh, so you do?”
“Yes! What the fuck did you think all those comments from me have been about?”
“Please,” he said with a chuckle, turning to watch me. “As if you’re the first guy to talk a big game but the minute someone is willing to give them what they’re asking for, they back off.”
“Ugh, I’m sure if you could get some of these guys to talk, they’d tell you that is not what I’m like,” I said with a scowl. “Yes, okay? I want to sleep with you. I want to fuck you. I want to bend you over something in here and see if I could make you walk funny for a while, alright?”
Isaac laughed softly. “Alright, and yes, I believe you. The thing is, you say you wanted to, your dickdefinitelysaid that you wanted to, nice by the way, and yet?—”
I paused just long enough to realize he had casually slipped in a compliment about my dick before continuing the conversation. I mean, it was a pretty nice dick, but geez, talking to him right now felt like juggling three different conversations at the same time, and he was the one controlling each. “I...thanks? Anyway, yes, I-I don’t know how to explain how I feel, alright? It’s fucking weird, and after I calm down and you’re not around anymore, I’m going to kick myself for turning you down when you were throwing yourself at me. Uh, no offense.”
He grinned. “None taken, don’t worry.”
“Right, good, that’s...good.”
“Is this the first time you’ve turned someone down, I mean, recently; past year or two?”
I frowned, leaning against the counter where I could still see him, but at least it felt like there was a safe distance between us. “No, there’ve been a few.”
“Like?”
“You really want to know about the guys I rejected?”
“We’re talking; this is a conversation, and I’m asking a question about the topic we’re talking about. That’s how conversations work.”
“Fuck you.”
