Page 52 of Give Me Love

“The way you smiled at him and the way you aren’t telling me,” he says all matter-of-factly.

“I smiled at him like a friend, and I’m not telling you because it’s not your business to know who I’ve slept with.”

He shrugs. “Fine.” He takes a sip from his beer and looks ahead at the screen. I look at him a little longer, wondering what the hell just happened.

You are friends. You and Claire talk about who you’ve slept with, my subconscious reminds me. Well, she does.

“You’re missing the movie,” he says, giving me a sideways glance.

I place my beer between my thighs, tighten my messy updo, and lean back on my arms.

“Fine.”

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Bryce

I’m not sure why I asked her to see this movie. It’s reminding me of my childhood, and that’s put me in a shit mood. That and the punk who hugged her like they’re old fuck buddies. Who does she think she’s fooling? I know she slept with him. The fact she’s not telling me confirms it. I down the rest of my beer and my eyes look at her crossed legs. They’re sun-kissed and look as smooth as silk.

Thinking about him touching those legs bothers the hell out of me and I don’t understand why. I’ve slept with numerous women and never gave two shits who they fucked after or before me.

I look away from her tempting thighs. I haven’t even slept with her, though, and I’m acting out of character. Maybe I should? Maybe we should just screw, and it’ll ease some of this tension between us. I look over at her. Stray pieces of hair brush her shoulders, and her lips are wet from the beer she’s drinking. Her chest glows from a light sheen of perspiration, and I bite my lip as salty sweat slides in between her breast. Her neck is exposed, and all I can think about is gently putting my hand around it and kissing her.

She looks over at me. “Now who’s missing the movie?”

I narrow my eyes at her smart mouth. She lifts a brow before taking another sip of her beer. I suck my teeth and look past her at the sky, trying to understand why she gets to me so much. “I think it’s going to rain.”

She looks up. “Think we should get in the car?”

I look around at others and notice several people are in fact in their cars. “Yeah.” I stand up and give her my hand to help her up also. She bends down and grabs the blanket and my eyes go straight to her ass.

Jesus Christ, Grant. Get your shit together.

“Would you like another beer?” I ask her, my voice sounding raspy. She has no idea what she’s doing to me.

“Are you having one?”

“No, but you should.”

She shrugs. “Okay. I’ll go get it.”

“Get in the car. I’ll be right back.” Why in the hell would she go get it when I asked her if she wanted one?

Has no one ever done anything for her? I don’t understand why she acts like she has to do everything herself. This Mark guy must have been a real asshole.

I knowI’man asshole, but I really try not to be around her. She just pisses me off when she doesn’t let me do things for her. Like buying the damn coffee machine. I’ve got plenty of money. Let me spend it how I like. If I want to buy her a damn coffee machine, I will. I shake my head as I near the small line, and guess who’s walking up at the same time?

Her little boyfriend Nash.

He nods at me. I don’t return it.

“So, you and Kathrine dating?” he asks, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.

“Something like that.” What the fuck? Why did I just say that?

Both his brows lift. Is he surprised? Why? Do we not look like a couple?

Does it matter?

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