Page 60 of His Curvy Happiness
“Andre lives in this building. I asked him to buzz me in.”
“He doesn’t live on this floor.”
“I know. But I’m not here to see him.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “What does that mean?”
“You haven’t been returning my texts.”
“I’ve been busy,” she said without meeting my gaze.
I cupped her jaw and eased it up until I could look her in the eye. “I don’t believe you.”
“Really? I’m a single mom who works three jobs. I am always too busy. I barely have enough time to shower, let alone text you constantly.”
“We both know that’s not the reason you haven’t texted me back in five days, Casey.”
Her brows shot up. “We do, huh? Then enlighten me. Why am I not texting you back?”
“Because you think kissing me was a mistake.”
“You’re the one who ran out of here.”
“I wouldn’t say I ran, but I left because I was afraid you would regret it if I didn’t.”
“So, what? Do you want a medal for being right?”
“No. I want you to talk to me. I want you to kiss me again. I want you to tell me you still want me.”
“What?” she breathed.
A door opened across the hall, and she forced a smile for her neighbor.
“Morning, Casey.”
“Hi, Ron. Have a good day.”
“You, too. Everything okay?”
She nodded. “All good. Thanks.”
Ron gave me a look that was more protective than a random neighbor should be giving another man.
I wanted to growl at him. To puff out my chest. To show him I was the bigger man and he needed to back the fuck off.
“Let’s talk inside,” Casey whispered.
And all I did was smirk and follow her into her apartment. With Ron heading to work.
Yeah, I was an asshole. And maybe Andre wasn’t completely wrong. But it wasn’t love. It was lust. It was desire. It was all the chemical and biological things that drew two people together.
“We’re not having sex,” Casey said, leaning against the now closed door.
“Ever?” I gasped.
She huffed a laugh. “I meant right now, but I’m not promising anything in the future either.”
“Listen, I’m not here for that. We… We have an agreement. You said you wanted me to help you learn to flirt. And I wanted a date for the wedding. If there’s chemistry between us, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
