Page 68 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
My mouth’s gone dry and for a second I can’t even bring myself to look over at the couch, let alone walk toward it.
What is wrong with me? I’ve never been this nervous before. At least, not around Zack. It’s weird, and I don’t like it.
“You want to watch a movie or are you just gonna hover in the middle of the room all night?” He sounds lazily amused, and that only puts me more on edge.
I avoid joining him on the couch a little longer. Instead, I walk over to their TV. “I can’t believe you guys still have a DVD player.”
He laughs under his breath. “Yeah, well, we’re old school like that.” I glance over at him and he shrugs. “Plus, we’re poor. Ifit ain’t broke, we don’t fix it. Or give it to Goodwill, which is probably where it belongs.”
“Fair enough.” I walk a few steps to the cabinet beside the TV. “I see that goes for your DVD collection too.”
“Hey, there are some classics there,” he says.
I run a finger over his collection ofThe Mighty Ducksmovies. “Uh huh.”
He turns on the TV and the sound of it makes me jump. I know he notices because I hear his soft laugh behind me.
Great. He’s laughing at me. I turn to face him. “I thought I was going to pick.”
He holds out the remote like a challenge. Or maybe like bait. To get the remote, I have to join him on the couch.
Which is not a big deal.
Or...it shouldn’t be a big deal.
With a sharp inhale I head over, snatch it out of his hands, and plop down beside him, ignoring another low laugh at my expense.
He knows I’m nervous.Iknow I’m nervous.
This is so stupid.
I click the icon for Netflix, because apparently his DVD collection isn’t our only option, and the opening sound fills the air as it turns on.
I’m only half paying attention as I scroll through the options, but I can feel some of the tension seeping from my muscles as I do. At least flipping through shows and movies gives me something to do.
After I’ve scrolled through three different categories, he sighs loudly. “Okay, Smurfette. Hit me. What’s your problem?”
I turn to face him for the first time since I sat down, and he’s so close it makes my mouth go dry again.
But the stupid Smurfette nickname sort of offsets the newfound nerves that come with being this close to Zack, and I spit out the first issue that comes to mind.
It also happens to be the easiest one to talk about. “I feel guilty about your mom.”
One corner of his mouth twitches and I know what’s coming before he even says it. “I feel guilty aboutyourmom.”
“Don’t be gross.”
His smile is quick and sudden, and it steals the air from my lungs. “Okay, fine. Saint Bailey feels guilty. Duly noted.” He arches his brows. “Is that it?”
No. Of course not. He knows that’s not what has me sitting so straight my spine hurts, and it’s definitely not why my belly is a pit of nerves.
I turn back to the TV. I have to pick something. I don’t even care what. We can’t keep sitting here in silence with nothing to focus on but the sheer proximity of our bodies.
At least, that’s allIcan focus on. It’s a two-person loveseat, which means there’s just enough space for the two of us, and no space in between.
I’minsanelyaware of that lack of space. I’m acutely attuned to the way his jean-clad thigh brushes against mine, and how I’m so close I can smell his soap and feel his body heat.
I don’t realize I’ve stopped scrolling through movies until Zack comments on the one I’ve stopped on. “I would not have pegged you for a horror fan.”
