Page 47 of The Spark Between Us

No need to tell me twice.

I had more pride and self-control than to force myself on him if he didn’t want me. I’d been with enough guys to know that sometimes the chemistry isn’t right. Or the timing. Or...whatever. He’d been kind enough to play my little game and indulge my request, but clearly, he wasn’t interested in me beyond an obligation.

It was fine.

“Anyway, I should get to bed. Big day ahead of me in the morning.” I stood and headed upstairs without eating a brownie. My mind was a mess of conflicting emotions—lust and pain and rejection and desire. And before I got halfway to my room, I started to get mad. Really, really mad.

He said he didn’t do relationships, but I never asked for that. If he could kiss Kelsey or whatever the hell other women he had non-relationships with, why couldn’t he kiss me?

I’d just thrown my ‘no dates, no kissing’ plan to the wind, and I sure as heck didn’t want to be dismissed and shut down when he didn’t even give me a good reason.

If I wasn’t his type or he didn’t want to complicate things with his roommate, he could have the balls to say it. And no matter how mindlessly or expertly he could kiss, I felt pretty certain he wasn’t going through the motions when he kissed me. He was as into it as I was. So what the hell?

I turned around and marched back to the kitchen.

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