Page 10 of The Boy Next Door
Chapter Five
Emma
I wake to an empty bed. Lifting my head from the pillow, I glance at the red block numbers on Evan’s alarm clock. It’s only nine, so I know he’s not up yet.That asshole slept on the couch!I scrub the sleep from my eyes before climbing out of bed, ignoring how ridiculous our relationship is.
Sure enough, Evan’s sprawled out on his couch, the throw bunched up by his feet and his tattooed chest on full display. “Really?” I say, crossing my arms.
Evan grunts, flops over on the couch, and almost falls onto the floor. “Shit!”
“Why did you sleep out here?” I cock my hip to the side.
“You were snoring.” He yanks the cover back over himself.
“I do not snore.”
He grins and those damn dimples pop. “Oh, you do. Like an angry bull,” he says, feigning an awful snort.
I dig my hands into my hips and stare at him.
“What?”
“If you slept out here because of that stupid auction... You do realize you are a grade A manwhore?” He glares at me. “How many girls have you slept with, Evan?”
“None of your business.” Tossing the blanket to the floor, he huffs.
“Then don’t make my sex life your business.”
“Okay,babe. I’ll stay out of your sorority prostitution ring.” The condescending tone to his voice stings at first, then all it does is enrage me.
Oh, how dare he?A tingling warmth spreads over my chest. “I hate you.”
“I love you, too.” A sarcastic smile curls his lips before he stands and stretches his arms over his head. I try my hardest not to acknowledge the huge bulge tenting his boxers, but after his stretch, he adjusts himself—and that’s kind of impossible to ignore. When my gaze darts back to his face, he’s smirking.
I can’t deal with him right now. With a roll of my eyes, I walk into the kitchen and open the cupboard. The cabinets are bare, with the exception of some Lucky Charms, Pop-Tarts, and a container of whey protein powder. “How do you live off this stuff?” I grab the Pop-Tarts. All that is inside is one half-eaten Pop-Tart. “Wow,” I mumble as I pull it out and toss the empty box on the counter.
He steps in front of me, and just as I bring the Pop-Tart to my mouth, he grabs my wrist and stops me. His eyes lock with mine, and he leans in so close that his nose brushes my cheek when he takes an uninvited bite. My breath hitches. There’s a moment where my brain short-circuits. Where I imagine him pinning me against the wall in his kitchen, threatening to fuck me, but I quickly come back to my senses, pretending he does nothing but annoy me. “Really? With your morning breath and all?”
“Some girls wouldloveto have my morning breath on their Pop-Tart.”
All I can do is huff a sigh, cramming the remaining piece of stale Pop-Tart in my mouth on my way down the hall to his room.
I grab my clothes from last night and go into the bathroom, shutting the door.
“What are you doing?”
I turn the taps to the shower. “Taking a shower.”
“I have to piss.”
I shoot a smile at my reflection before I yank his oversized T-shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. “There’s a great, big world outside...”
Just as I step into the shower and close the glass door, he comes into the bathroom. “Evan fucking Drake!”
“I told you I had to pee, woman.” He lifts the toilet lid, and I turn away when he whips his dick out.
“I cannotbelieveyou are doing that!”
He laughs. “And you aren’t even watching.”
