Page 48 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“Honestly?” he asks.
I nod. Because who wouldn’t want someone to be honest?
“I don’t know. I can’t seemnotto be nice to you lately. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since yesterday. All my thoughts are nice, so I’m nice.”
“A day isn’t a very long time,” I say.
“No?”
“Nope.”
“Does me being nice to you make you want to be nice to me?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Hmm, I’ll have to work on that. Maybe I’ll be even nicer.”
That’s charming.
Crap.
Blanche:Stay strong, Bristol. Even if this weren’t about the plan, it would never work with you two.
“You can’t be nicer,” I say. “And there is no working on anything. When the weekend is over, we’ll go our separate ways, continue living our lives, and share a mutual disrespect and dislike for one another.”
“I’m not in that mutual, sweetheart. You’re on your own there. I have a shit ton of respect for you.AndI like you. A lot.”
“We need to send in the pole dance.” It seems like I purposely changed the subject there, so I don’t have to comment on him telling me he likes me. A lot. Because I did. But we really do need to send in the picture.
I pull up the app on my phone and say, “You know it’s impossible to be on your own when something is mutual.”
He shrugs again.
I’m tired of the shrug.
It’s bad enough his t-shirt is tight around his arms and chest so you can practically see all the muscle ridges hiding under the cotton layer. But each time he shrugs all those muscles move in a really delightful way.
I can’t be held responsible for how I might react if I continue watching them dip and move without crooking my nails into the definition just because I can. And they’re deep enough to. The muscles are practically begging for it at this point.
He’s going to be the death of me. I just know it.
Standings.
1. Blake and Taylor
2. Wyatt and Bristol
3. Pete and Amy
The app updates the standings. I don’t look beyond Pete and Amy; there’s no need to. We’re still ahead of them and that’s all that matters. But how the hell did Blake and Taylor get first place?
“Open your mouth,” Wyatt says.
I do.
He places a piece of candy on my tongue.
“Id thif amuver wedingble?” I ask as I’m chewing.
