Page 57 of Infatuated as They Come
“It’s been a while since we’ve argued like this.” My eyes ran along her body, staring at the pleats of her skirt. I had the biggest urge to hike it up a little. Maybe more than a little. “Think I kinda miss it. I think you miss it too.”
“I do not missfightingwith you,” she said, arms crossing over her chest.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Your cheeks are really red,” I said, my hands falling to her waist. She didn’t shove my hands away, though. Instead she looked down at them for a split second, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. I walked her backwards, gently guiding her away from the door. “Why are your cheeks so red?”
“They’re not red,” she said softly.
“Are you blushing?”
“No.”
“You look flustered.”
“Because you’re annoying me. Like you used to.”
“I think you miss me annoying you. I think you miss the way I used to get under your skin and make you blush and say things to you no one else ever said to you…” I moved in closer, my lips ghosting over her neck, not quite touching her but so tempted to taste her skin. “Do you?”
“No,” she said, breathing that tiny bit uneven.
“I know when you’re lying. You’re not good at it. And as cute as it is to see you all angry and stomping around, you’re still being a fuckin’ brat.”
“So?”
“So…” I laughed lowly. “Do I have to fuck it out of you or something?”
She scoffed. “You can try, but it won’t work.”
“I’m pretty sure I can pull it off.”
“I’m certain you can’t.”
“How certain?”
“Positive.”
“How positive?”
“Extremely.”
“You wanna bet?”
“You’ll lose.”
“Do you want me to try?”
“Do it.”
“Do it?”
“Mhm. Do it. And I bet you by the end of it, I’ll still be acting the exact same way.”
“What, annoying as fuck?”
“Will you just hurry up and lose this bet already?”
