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Laughing, he grins. “Well, one, because it annoys you. Two, she’s like a grown-up version of Ellen Frampton.”
A short-lived giggle floats from my mouth as I watch her. “God, she is. I hated Ellen Frampton.”
“I know. I liked that you hated her.”
I narrow my gaze at him.
“I did,” he says. “You were always so jealous, titch.”
“No, she used to get naked in front of her window for you. It was disgusting.”
“Oh, and you didn’t do the same thing?” He laughs.
“No, you fucking pervert.”
“That’s a lie. I beat off several times to you prancing around in front of your window naked when we were teenagers.”
I shake my head. “That’s fucked up.”
He cocks a brow. “It is what it is,” he says, taking my martini to have another sip.
“There’s an entire bar behind you.” I grab the drink from his hand. “Order your own martini.”
He drops his chin to his chest, laughing before he glances back up from his lowered head. “It’s so fun to piss you off. I almost forgot how much fun it was.”
“You’re such an ass.”
“I’m an ass, you’re jealous.”
“Fuck you.”
“I appreciate the propositions, but really, they are inappropriate.”
“You’re inappropriate.”
“Your face is inappropriate.”
Glaring at him, I groan. “Your two-inch dick is inappropriate.”
He throws his head back laughing. “Your one-inch mouth is inappropriate.”
The man next to us shoots an annoyed look in our direction. I dump the rest of my drink into my mouth and swallow, trying not to laugh because we are so juvenile.
Tyler leans up against the bar and grabs me by the waist, nodding toward the brunette. “But what is really inappropriate is that you are jealous of that girl.”
I attempt to pull away from him. “I hate you.”
“Oh, come on now. Just pretend you like me so I don’t look like a liar.”
“Well, you are. We’re how old, Tyler? Have your balls not dropped enough for you tell the girl you’re not interested?”
His eyes narrow, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “This is more fun.” His fingers dig deeper into my waist, and now we’re staring at each other. My heart’s slamming against my chest. One hand skims along my side. Tyler bites down on his lip as he pushes a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “This is how it’s supposed to be with us.” He cups the back of my head in his hand. “Push and pull. You know that, titch.”
Part of me knows he’s right. As much as I want to pretend, time did nothing to make me love him less. I watch his eyes slowly flick down to my lips, and I catch his Adam’s apple move as he swallows. The hustle and bustle of the bar around us fades into a faint hum. All I can focus on right now is him. On us. On how fucked up this is.
His fingers twist in my hair as he inches his face toward mine. “I pull….” His mouth is right in front of mine. I can feel their warmth. “You push,” he says, his lips so close to my mouth I can taste his words.
I know better than this. I do. The thing about Tyler is, I’ve always known better, but he has a magnetic pull that just won’t let meget away. He gently rubs his thumb over my jaw, and it’s like that motion forces my eyes to shut.His full bottom lip rolls over mine, and my body goes limp in his hold. “You gonna push, titch?” he whispers before releasing me from his grip.
