“Nothing? You sureabout that?”
“It was nothing worth discussing,” she snaps.
“Oh yeah? Because I distinctly remember you screaming my name. Sounds pretty worthy of a discussion to me.”
She finally looks up. Her cheeks flush a deep red, but her glare could melt steel. “You're an asshole.”
“And you're a liar.”
“I'm not lying.”
“You're lying to yourself, which is worse.” I push off the wall, moving closer. “Pretending you didn't feel anything when you know you’re full of crap.”
Her blue eyes flash. “I felt an orgasm. Congratulations, you have basic competency of intercourse.”
My lips lift into a smirk. “Just basic?”
She rolls her eyes and lets out a huff. “Don't push your luck.”
But there's heat in her narrowed gaze now, the fire I've been waiting for. “You're scared.”
“Please. I'm not scared of anything.”
“No? Then why are you running away from me right now? Why’d you run yesterday?”
“I'm not running. I'm walking. Like a normal person who has things to do.”
“Sure you are.” I crowd her against the wall, and she holds her ground like always. “You're scared because you liked it. Liked letting go, liked not being in control for once.”
“Go to hell,” she says through gritted teeth.
“Been there. Wasn't impressed.” My voice drops. “You can pretend all you want, Tierney. But I know what you sound like when you stop fighting.”
For a second, something flickers in her expression. Not softness, not even close. But maybe... uncertainty. Like sheremembers exactly what I'm talking about and hates herself for it.
Then the walls slam back down.
“Enjoy the memory,” she says coolly. “It won't happen again.”
“We'll see about that.”
“No, we won't. Because I never make the same mistake twice.”
She shoves her hands against my chest and pushes past me toward the door. I let her go this time. But I call after her.
“Tierney.”
She stops but doesn't turn around.
“It wasn't a mistake.”
She pauses for a long minute. “Yes, it was.”
“Why? Because you enjoyed it, or because you enjoyed it with me?”
She doesn't answer, just walks out and slams the door closed behind her.
But the way her hands are clenched into fists tells me everything I need to know.
