Page 76 of Infatuation

Jonas drains his beer and puts the bottle down—a good start—but then the moron doesn’t cross the room and take Sarah into his arms.Dumbshit.Does he have fucking eyes? Or half a brain? Clearly, that’s all Sarah wants him to do—take her into his arms and give her a kiss. I always say, when it comes to women, especially an angry one, just about any problem can be solved with a fucking awesome kiss.

Jonas crosses his arms over his chest and stares at Sarah.

I lean into Kat. “I feel like I’m watching Wimbledon.”

She nods. “I think it’s Jonas’ serve.”

I snicker.

“What do you say, baby?” Jonas finally says. I nod enthusiastically. Definitely a good start.

But Sarah doesn’t reply. She juts her chin at him, her eyes on fire. She’s such a cutie, I don’t know how he’s resisting her right now.

“You up for a little celebration tonight?” Jonas asks.

I hold my breath. How could she possibly resist him? He’s clearly at least trying to turn on the charm. But Sarah shrugs and looks away.

“Why doesn’t he just walk over to her andkissher?” Kat whispers to me.

“Maybe she’s told him kissing is off limits—maybe she’s a fucking terrorist on a jihad,” I whisper back.

Kat scoffs. “Or maybe she’s just a frickin’genius.”

“Or maybe she’s painted herself into a corner she doesn’t know how to get herself out of,” I say.

Kat grunts.

“I think we should celebrate,” Jonas says.

Sarahshrugs again. Oh man, she’s holding firm.

“She definitely learned that stonewalling thing from her best friend,” I whisper.

“Hmmph.”

“Aw, come on, baby,” Jonas says, grinning at Sarah. “You wanna have a little fun?”

“There it is,” I whisper. “Game, set, match.”

“Not so fast,” Kat whispers. “Not gonna be that easy.”

“Twenty bucks says she lays down her weapon right here.”

“You’re on. She’ll hold out for atleasttwo more asks. Trust me.”

“Maybe,” Sarah says.

“See?” I whisper. “He’s got her.”

Kat puts up a finger, as if to say, “Wait for it.”

“And maybenot,” Sarah adds, pursing her lips.

Kat puts out her hand. “Pay up.”

Jonas mocks Sarah’s pout. “What if I saidplease?”

“Double or nothing?” I whisper. “Next ask.”

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