Page 38 of Say Yes to the Nemesis
“Tequila!” I finally shout. I hold my fingers up. “Two shots!”
“Got it!”
He hustles off to get my order. I tug at my sleeve, already second-guessing myself. This bar is a nightmare for an introvert. When he returns with two shots, I take them both, one after the other.
Anything to make this feeling fade.
When I glance over, Ryan’s already sauntered down to JacqLyn. She grabs his shirt, pulls him close, and presses a kiss to his mouth. It’s deliberate. Slow. Camera ready.
I can’t look away.
Of course, Ryan opens his eyes mid-kiss.
He’s looking right at me.
I bolt. Out the back door. Into the alley. Into the cold.
I just need one minute to breathe.
But then…
“Are you always this dramatic?” I know that voice all too well.
I whip around. “Are you always this annoying?”
Ryan steps into the light, arms crossed, eyes hot. “Thought you had a line of women waiting to kiss you.”
“I got bored.” He shrugs. “Came to see what you were doing.”
“Wow. High praise for JacqLyn’s tongue.”
He steps closer. “Didn’t know you were so interested in my mouth, Chirp.”
“I’m not,” I lie.
He smirks. “Jealousy looks good on you.”
“You’re the worst.”
“You keep saying that, but you’re still here. Still dressing like that. Still showing up.”
“It’s a skirt,” I snap. “Adults wear them.”
His gaze drops. “You having fun yet?”
I look away. “Maybe a little.”
Ryan leans in, palm flat against the wall beside my head. “What was that?”
“I said maybe.”
“You know what your problem is?” His breath brushes my cheek.
“Oh please. Enlighten me.”
“You like me,” he whispers. “You hate it, but you like it. You liked the kiss.”
“I did not…”
