Page 51 of Infatuated as They Come
“I don’t want your money!” he said, jaw tight and eyes dark. “I have a job.”
“Yes, I am aware!”
“Great. Move on then.”
“No. Take my money.”
“No.”
“Tell me your birthday!”
He scoffed. “You’re bringing that up again? Now? Really?”
“Just let me pay for stuff. Let me do it.”
“No.”
“Because of the genitals situation?”
“What did I tell you about saying that? You’re being a brat, Holly.” He leaned in closer to me. “Been a while since you acted like one.”
“I am not being a brat.”
“What do you call this then?”
“It’s called being supportive.”
“You can support me by letting me do what I want.”
“You can work. I don’t care if you work, but can’t you just do it part time?”
“That’s not how it works.” His fingers ran through his hair. “I can’t just go from working full time to only working a few days.”
“Fine.” I threw myself back into the bed. “Goodnight.”
“You gonna go to bed pissed at me?” he asked lowly.
“Looks like it.”
“You’re not supposed to go to bed mad atpeople.”
“Do you know how many times I’ve gone to bed mad at you in the past? Like, a million times.”
“Well, it’s different now.”
“How?”
“I’m in love with you now.”
Something tugged at my heart when he said that, but I forced myself to fight that feeling off. “Just go to sleep.”
“What if I die in my sleep?”
I winced. “Don’t talk like that.”
“But what if I do? And then I go to Heaven all sad because you’re mad at me?” His fingers gently traced soft patterns on my shoulders. “What am I gonna do up there without you, huh?”
“You are not getting into Heaven.”
