Page 15 of The Devastation You Reap
I shrug. "None of my business who's ass you're slapping next."
My cheeks burn so hot that I swear they must glow like a freaking beacon.
"That's funny because something tells me that you want it to be very much your business," he mutters, almost as if I'm not meant to hear, which is exactly what I pretend to do.
We walk side by side in silence, the atmosphere still so thick with tension between us that it's hard to breathe but I figure all I've got to do is suffer the journey home and then someone will inevitably distract him from whatever this is and we can go on about our lives as if this weird little non-date in the park never happened.
"This is me," he says when we approach a sleek black BMW.
"Wow, no wonder you're not a fan of walking places."
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Her judgmental comment rubs me the wrong way as she looks at my car with her lip curled. She seems to think she knows me and I'm sure that this image right now doesn't help, but she knows fuck all.
Well, that's not entirely true. She knows more about me than almost anyone on the planet but she doesn't seem to remember that right now, which is perfectly fine with me. It actually works in my favor because if she knew who I really was then I'm sure she'd never willingly give me the information I need. This way though, despite the fact she wants nothing to do with me right now, is perfect.
She might think she can stand up to me, stick by her little rule of no football players. It might have worked for her so far, but her little run of staying away from the likes of me is firmly over because she's not getting away now that I've found her.
"Got a problem with my car, Red?" I ask, caging her against it, leaning in enough to get another hit of her coconut-laced scent.
"W-what are you doing?"
Her eyes are wide, her face pale as I lean in closer.
"You smell like coconuts," I tell her, my hand lifting to her hair once again. I can't help it, it calls to me every time it falls across her face as if she's using it to try to hide behind.
"I-it's my s-shower gel," she stutters.
"Do I make you nervous, Red?"
"You terrify me," she blurts out, and I can't help but smile at her knee-jerk response.
I've spent no more than thirty minutes with her tonight but I've already learned so much about her. The most important being that if I want her to speak her mind then I need to push her out of her comfort zone, make her uncomfortable.
"I know that feeling," I confess, holding her eyes so she knows that I'm serious.
Reaching for the door handle, I lean in closer, my chest brushing against her breasts. She sucks in a sharp breath and it tells me everything I need to know.
"You know," I whisper in her ear. "I spent all night regretting walking away from you."
"You're a liar," she breathes.
"Is that right?"
I stand back to full height, keeping my forearms on the roof and her tiny body caged between me and the car.
"You were horrible to me last night."
"You interrupted and messed with my head," I admit, hoping that giving her a few of my truths will help her to trust me. "I wasn't really into it with Charlie."
"Funny, because she sounded very invested."
"Trust me, Red. If I really wanted her, I'd have had her long before you barged in on us. But one look at you, and she lost what little appeal she had."
Her chest heaves as she continues to stare up at me. The small crease between her brows is cute as hell as she tries to convince herself that what I'm saying is true.
