Page 36 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“Yeah?”
“You’re smart, successful, beautiful, you have your shit together, a kick-ass personality, you’re down to earth, have a wicked sense of humor, you’re bendy as fuck in yoga, and people are drawn to you like bees to honey because you’re so fucking sweet.”
The more he says, the wider my eyes get. No way does he see me this way.
“Why do you look surprised?” he asks.
“That’s not me,” I whisper accidentally. I didn’t mean to say that. Rather, I didn’t want to say that.
“Two days seeing you again, and I know without a doubt, that is absofuckinglutely you.”
My chest starts to close. I can’t breathe. I suddenly feel way too emotional, but I can’t pinpoint why.
He’s looking at me with too much admiration. Too much longing. It’s not supposed to affect me this way.
“Would it be okay if I get out of the shower?” I wheeze.
“Are you okay? Did I do something?” He looks panicked. “Should I do something?”
“No. Nothing. I’m just…I think it’s hot in here, I need some air.”
He turns off the water, opens the shower door, and grabs a towel that he wraps around me. Then he gets another to blot my hair.
He’s thoughtful and considerate.
The stupid jerk.
“Go get some cold water from the mini bar,” he says. “You might need to cool down.”
God, does he have to be so nice?
He dries his body briskly, then wraps the towel around his waist. Looking every bit like the Greek God he is.
As I head to the mini bar, I look back to see him pick up our clothes, wring them out in the sink, then hang them over towel bars to dry.
Ohmigod. He’s a stupid jerk who’s nice, considerate, and picks up after himself.
I’m in hell.
I need to get him out of here so I can properly feel sorry for myself and wallow in martyrdom without an audience. I want to call Darby so she can re-convince me to continue with the plan.
I open a bottled water and drink. The icy liquid feels amazing going down my throat. I must have overheated because I feel better.
Which means Wyatt was right.
Okay, this is ridiculous. I can’t be expected to continue hating a guy who does everything right, acts like he cares about me, and looks likethat.
So, let’s give up the plan.
Blanche:No! Plan stays.
“Better?” he asks.
See? Plan bad.
I nod because I can’t be trusted to say anything.
Blanche:No. Plan good.
