Page 67 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
“No, the point is to make people believe we’re really into each other.” I reach out and tuck one of those wispy locks back behind her ear. Apparently, it’s a thing that I do now, and I can’t bring myself to stop. “I promise you, Bailey, if this were real—there’s no way we’d be going to a crowded party tonight.”
She blinks, and her eyes look a little dazed. “What would we do?”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Well, first we’d probably have dinner with my mom and your sister to avoid my mother’s wrath.”
She chokes on a laugh. “And then?”
I don’t think she means to sound so flirty, but I can’t stop my gaze from dropping to her lips. A surge of need makes my muscles tense as I fight for reason.
This isn’t real.
But try telling that to my body. It’s responding to hers like it just can’t wait to relive that kiss. Her lips are parted, and I hear her uneven breathing, and...
I’m almost positive she feels it too.
“What would we do after dinner?” Her voice is breathless and so effing sexy I feel that heat pounding through my veins.
“You’d stay to watch a movie,” I say. “Your sister would leave, my mom would go out, and you and I would—” I cut myself off with a sharp inhale.
She blinks a few times, still looking adorably dazed.
“We’d what?” she whispers.
And now I know she feels it. I’m positive she wants to kiss me again too.
That thought makes my pulse skyrocket and I almost lose my shit and tug her into my arms right here and now—in broad daylight and in plain sight of both our families.
I lean down a little closer and lower by voice. “We’d…watch a movie.”
The lie is so obvious, so not at all what either of us is imagining, but it earns me a cute little smile.
“A movie,” she repeats, and I know the break in tension is helping her to calm down.
God, I want to reach for her. I want to hold her close and rub her back until the last of her worry disappears and she melts into me.
“Okay.” She backs up a step and I watch her chest rise and fall with a deep breath. “But I pick the movie.”
I smile at the unexpected teasing note in her voice. “Deal.”
She’s still backing away, and there are questions in the air. Questions that I don’t even know how to ask.
“Deal,” she echoes quietly. And I’m pretty sure she’s just as confused as I am.
We have a deal, that much is clear.
But I don’t think either of us really knows what we’ve just agreed to.
SEVENTEEN
OLD SCHOOL, NEW WORLD
Bailey
I’m avoiding the inevitable,and we both know it.
Still, I can’t quite bring myself to walk over to the faded old couch where Zack’s sprawled to sit down beside him. My sister’s gone back home, and his mom has mysteriously disappeared just like he’d predicated, and we’re alone.
We are soveryalone.
