Page 67 of A Little Crush
“Rore,” I beg.
Turning on her heel, she faces me. “Explain to me why I am so undesirable that not only do you have to get drunk to kiss me in the first place, but you also feel the need to apologize afterward.”
What?
Like, seriously.What?
There are so many things I want to address in her statement, but one of them stands out more than the others. It consumes me completely as I tilt my head, studying the woman in front of me. “You think you’re undesirable?”
She shakes her head, but the blood drains from her face, proving she let something slip that she had no intention of revealing. “That’s not the point?—”
“Rory, you were dating a rockstar less than a month ago, and you think you’re undesirable?” I push.
Rubbing her hands up and down her bare arms, she mutters, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I don’t?” I laugh, though there isn’t any humor in it. “Because I’m pretty sure there are hundreds if not thousands of women who would kill to be dating a rockstar, but you’re just gonna brush it aside?” Jealousy knots my gut, but I push forward. “Bullshit, Rore. I’m not gonna let you play the pity card or ignore the evidence right in front of your nose. Clearly, you’re desirable?—”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about?—”
“Oh I don’t?”
“No,” she snaps, “You don’t.”
“Pretty sure the evidence proves?—”
“We were never dating, Jax.”
“What?”
Her mouth clamps closed, and she stares at the ground, proving she let somethingelseshe had no intention of telling me slip past her lips, all because she’s fired up. But it’s too late. The cat’s out of the bag. Even so, I swear I misheard her. There’s no way.
Is there?
Moving forward, I push, “What did you say, Rore?”
“I said…” Her tongue darts out between her lips, moistening them. “I said we were never dating.”
Blindsided, I step even closer and cock my head as I stare at the woman in front of me. The woman who lied to me about dating a rockstar. So Ididn’tmishear her. The realization doesn’t make the truth any less murky. It makes no sense. Why lie about something like this? Especially when none of her family cares. Not really. All they want is for her to be happy. No one even batted an eye. No one but me, though I’m taking it to my grave.
“Why’d you tell everyone you were dating Dodger if you weren’t?” I demand.
“Because…”
Her bottom lip trembles, and I nudge her chin with the edge of my knuckle, forcing her to look at me. “Because what, Squeaks?”
Animosity shines back at me in her pretty gaze, proving I’ve pushed her too far. She spits, “Because the idea of seeing you again without a boyfriend or really any dating history in general felt about as pleasant as what you clearly experienced last night.”
My brows wrinkle, and I swear I’m still drunk because the woman’s talking in riddles. “What?”
“If the first words out of a guy’s mouth after he kisses you are,I’m sorry, that was a mistake, it probably wasn’t a verypleasant experience, am I right?”
Yeah, the girl’s definitely talking in riddles.
“Are we talking about the one—as in singular—instance between you and me, or are you saying that’s a consistent response when someone kisses you?” I challenge.
Staring at her fluffy socks, she folds her arms, her body deflating like a balloon. “Well, since you’re the first andonly, I guess I don’t have much to go off, now do I.”
Only?
