Page 49 of Forever Wild
“Oh my god. I was kidding. What’s up with you?”
She looks up and blinks several times like she’s coming out of a haze, then stares back at the screen as she mumbles, “Nothing.”
“Something.” I stop what I’m doing. Instinctively, I go to run my hand through my hair but it’s shorter and already slicked back. She did a good job. It was torturous having her hands on me. I don’t know what the fuck is happening with me lately but I need to get a grip.
I was so keyed up I almost gave in and called Meredith. Thank god I didn’t. That is not a road I want to go down again. Not even just for sex. There are far less complicated options. Not that I’ve called any of them either. I’m trying very hard not to think about why that is.
“We’re friends, right?” she asks.
I swallow. “Sure.”
“And friends sometimes do each other favors.”
I’m not sure where she’s going with this, but I nod. “Yeah, of course.”
“I need to have sex.”
My brows shoot right off my face and a strangled sound escapes from my lips.
For the first time today, she looks at me like her usual self.
“I’m serious.”
“How am I going to help with that?”
She arches a brow, and all the blood from my face drains south as I realize her intent.
“No,” I say adamantly.
“Why not?” She stands and walks over to me. Fuck she’s gorgeous all fired up and confident like right now. I love it when she’s wholly herself, no holding back. But there’s no fucking way.
“So many reasons.”
Tension stretches out like a rubber band and I’m not sticking around to watch it snap. I have to forcibly keep myself from moving closer. There’s no reason to invade her space because this isn’t happening. Can’t happen. Won’t happen. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for.
Turning, I head into the house.
“Okay, but hear me out.” She follows me, leans against the counter as I go around to get a glass of cold water. Heat courses through me.
“No.”
“I know you’re attracted to me.”
My lips part to deny it, but she doesn’t let me.
“And I’m attracted to you. Besides, I’m leaving in a few weeks. It doesn’t have to be a big thing.”
“I think you know that’s a lie.”
“We’re adults. We can handle this maturely.”
Says the woman who scaled my fence a week ago.
“You’re beautiful, Ev, but this can’t happen.”
Her hazel eyes spark with frustration and maybe a bit of embarrassment. “Why not?”
“You’re Ty’s sister and we’re friends, nothing more. I don’t want to complicate things.”
