I pulled my head back. “You’re not sleeping in here,” I mumbled as I tried to keep my lips as close together as possible.
He grinned slowly, his dark eyes fixing on mine as he inched his face closer. “What happened to me nursing you?” The trace of alcohol on his breath made my stomach roll.
“That was all Lacey. Go to your own room.” I placed my hands on his chest and pushed, but it was such a weak attempt he didn’t seem to notice.
“What are we watching?” He pulled my laptop closer toward him. “Oh, it is Friends? Great, I haven’t watched this in years.” He rolled onto his back and crossed his hands behind his head with a wink. His shirt had ridden up, and my eyes traveled down to the smooth patch of skin showing. Was it still as soft as the last time he was shirtless? Not that he was shirtless now. He’d only revealed a tiny patch of skin. And no way was I touching him to see how soft it was. “Just a couple of episodes and then I’ll go back to my room. Deal?”
I dragged my eyes away from his stomach. “Fine. But no touching.”
His nose wrinkled as shifted away from me. “And risk you throwing up on me? No, thank you. I’ll stay on my side.”
I pushed a pillow between us as a barrier. “If you so much as put a hair over this line you’re in big trouble.”
“You’re the one we should worry about. Don’t think I’ve forgotten how much you ogled me that night in your kitchen.”
“Ogled?” I stammered. “Who even says that?”
“Don’t try to change the subject. You’re attracted to me, and you know it,” he slurred, a slow smile taking hold of his face.
“I bet you think every girl in the world is attracted to you.”
He laughed and rolled onto his side again, his eyes drilling into me. “Not every girl. Just you.”
“You’re drunk.” I gently nudged his shoulder, hoping he’d roll back over and quit staring at me. Of course, I was attracted to him. I had eyes, didn’t I? But I wasn’t stupid enough to fall for his act. I knew guys like him. I’d dated guys like him. One minute I was the most important person in the world, the next he chose girls like Natalie Miller.
“Just a little,” he whispered and settled onto his back. “I don’t need every girl to be attracted to me. Just you, fake girlfriend.”
“Be quiet and let me watch Friends, fake boyfriend,” I said, desperate to end this conversation before it headed into dangerous territory.
“Your wish is my command. From now on I’ll be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.”
“Shh,” I hissed and pointed at my laptop. I rolled my eyes as he mimicked zipping his mouth closed and tossing away the key. We’d see how long his promise of being committed to our “relationship” lasted.
Monday, June 26, 2017
Until You Tour
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What I have read so far, is really good. I can't wait to see where this story goes. (jozywails@gmail.com)
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