Page 148 of Not That Ridiculous

“Oh my god, Kevin.” I slapped at his thigh. “Move.”

He didn’t move. He gazed down at me and his fingers in my hair tightened. He tugged gently. Just enough to draw my head back a critical inch.

“Right in front of me, huh?” Adam said. “Okay.”

I flailed. “Kevin.”

He let go of my hair but he continued to straddle me like a weirdo.

I was sorely tempted to slap him in the balls but couldn’t see that improving matters. I settled for flopping back to the floor and crab-walking out from under him instead.

By the time I’d scrambled my way up to standing, I was red-faced and fuming.

I aimed my glare at Kevin, then at Adam, then back to Kevin.

Adam continued to be amused. Kevin…

I had no idea what was going on with Kevin.

“You.” I pointed at Adam. “Give us a minute.” I pointed at Kevin. “You, come with me. We need to talk.”

Kevin’s breathing was short and loud as he shifted from one foot to the other.

“Come on,” I said, and led the way to the main shop, for a little privacy. I turned on my heel, all ready to ask what his deal was, only he wasn’t there.

I stalked back into the kitchen.

Adam was leaning against the sink, hands in his pockets. He tipped his head at the door. “Kevin left.”

“Heleft?”

“Don’t think he was feeling chatty.”

I scowled.

That seemed to be the problem, didn’t it?

Yes, I could admit to myself that I’d had a momentary wobble with regards to our relationship status, and I wasn’t going to beat myself up about it. It was perfectly understandable. I was brand new to this, after all.

The issue clearly wasn’t whether or not he still wanted me, or was the sex worth the apparent risk of unexpected dead bodies that came along with dating me.

If Adam hadn’t shown up when he did, I was in no doubt whatsoever that we’d have had full-on sex right then and there.

The issue, I’d realised, seemed to be that Kevin didn’t want to talk to me. Or give me a second to talk to him. There was only one reason I could think of.

“He thinks I’m going to dump him,” I said to Adam.

“Yeah. Are you?”

“What? No, of course not! Why would I?”

Adam shrugged. “He kind of fucked up your house.”

I blinked. “No he didn’t. He’s been fixing it. He’s been pushy about it, too. My god. He’s done my cabinets. He bought me a new front door.” I smiled fondly. “Who does that? Buys someone a door? Most people settle for flowers. Not my Kevin. He’s got a project binder. I mean…I have to actively restrain him from fixing things.”

“Right,” Adam said. “And when you gave in and really let him at it, what happened?”

“He found four human dolls in my bedroom wall,” I said. “Huh. Okay. I suppose that could make a guy feel on shaky ground.”

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