“You expect me to believe you fucked my roommate inmybed.”
“I don’t care if you believe it. Doesn’t make it any less true. Perhaps you should ask him...” She moves to push past me, but because of the narrow walkway, there isn’t anywhere for her to go.
“Where are you going?”
“Away from here.” She attempts to get around me a second time, to no avail. Unless I move, she’s not going anywhere.
“What’s wrong? You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?” I step closer, causing her to take a step back.
“I’m not doing your work for you. If you can’t come prepared, then don’t bother coming at all.”
“But I lovecoming.” I smile, the action void of any humor.
In fact, I’m pretty pissed. I just can’t decide if it’s because of the things she saidaboutme, or what she’s insinuating happened between her and one of my closest friends.
Not that I have any reason to be pissed about her sleeping with Trev. Whether it was in my bed or not is beside the point. I have no claim on her. I made damn sure of that. But Trev... I can’t denythatstings. We don’t share. It’s an unspoken rule. Even if I had no interest in pursuing more with Maisie, Trev never should have touched her. I pray for his sake she’s spouting bullshit... Because if she’s not, I’m not sure what I’ll do.
“I know. Every wet hole you can find, remember?” She crosses her arms in front of herself, challenge in her eyes.
“So that’s what this is about? You’re jealous?”
“Please...” She sputters the word like it’s the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard, but it does little to coverup that maybe I just found the root of our problem. Maybe, just maybe, Maisie doesn’t hate me as much as she’d like me to believe.
I don’t know why the thought excites me. It shouldn’t. Hell, I shouldn’t give a fuck how she feels. But if that’s true, then why do I have the strongest urge to wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her closer? To taste her. To hear that little moan of hers when I flick my tongue across the roof of her mouth.
I remember everything about her. Every inch of perfect flesh. Every swirl of her hips. Every whimper of pleasure. I remember how she tastes. How she sounds. How shefeels. And fuck me, right now that is not helping my case.
“If you need a reminder of how insanely good it is between us, all you have to do is say the words, Mais, and I’d be happy to oblige.” I move closer, and to my surprise, she doesn’t step away. “You forget I was there too, you know. I can still hear you cry out when you came so hard around me that your knees gave out. The way you pressed into me like you couldn’t get enough. Like I was everything you wanted. Tell me, Mais, is that what you want? Me buried so deep inside of you that you can’t tell where I end and you begin?” I lean down, my lips only a breath away from hers. “Tell me that’s what you want and we can stop this little charade because, Mais, we both know you don’t hate me.”
“You’re right,” she admits softly, meeting my gaze. “I don’t hate you.”
I smile at how easy this all was.
“I fucking loathe you.”
I’ve barely processed her words before her hands flatten against my chest and she shoves me... hard.
I damn near go over the back of the seats in front of mebut am able to catch myself just in the nick of time. When I finally straighten, I see Maisie’s backside as she climbs over the row behind us and hightails it through the stands.
“Mais!” I call after her. “What about our project?”
“Do the fucking work,” she hollers over her shoulder. “Then we’ll talk.”
With that, she climbs the remaining stairs to the landing and disappears.
“Well, fuck,” I grumble, running a hand through my hair.
Well, fuck, indeed.
