Page 27 of Only With You

“I always knew you were obsessed with me. Unless I’m hallucinating, you’re standing right in front of me. A little too close, might I add.”

He takes a few steps back. “I’m not here because I’m obsessed with you. Don’t ever say anything revolting like that ever again.”

I wryly chuckle. “If you say so.”

“A state in which someone thinks about someone or something constantly or frequently, especially in a way that’s not normal.”

“What?” I stare, feeling dumbfounded.

“The definition of obsession,” he supplies, his voice posh and dry as ever. “Thatdoesn’t define me. You’d have to be remotely somewhat of my type for me to even consider the thought of thinking of youconstantlyorfrequently. And you’re far from my type.”

I blink, trying to process his words, but I’m having a hard time figuring out which one I want to focus on. Him knowing the definition of obsession or saying I’m not his type.

My mind goes back and forth on the two, but it decides to settle on the one I shouldn’t.

I try to ignore that thought and focus on what really matters, but my mind can’t seem to let it go. I fold my arms against my chest, but when I catch his gaze slipping to it, I can’t hide my grin.

“I’m not your type, yet you’re always looking at my boobs.”

My smile drops and I immediately regret saying that. I should probably walk away with whatever dignity I still have left.

“I may be fascinated with your boobs, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

I almost choke on my own saliva, because I didn’t anticipate for him to bluntly say that. When I see the twitch on his cheek, I roll my eyes because he knows he caught me off guard, but I’m also sure he said that to fuck with me.

“Right.”

“I don’t bullshit. It’s pointless, unnecessary, and a waste of time. If I wanted to lie, I wouldn’t have said anything at all. You have amazing tits. There’s no point in denying the truth.” He pauses for a second. “So, why are you here alone?”

The question drags me back to reality, reminding me how I ended up here.

I should’ve stayed home, but I promised the girls I’d go out with them. I also promised myself I’d make an effort not to letCole get to me. But as soon as I ran into him, it’s like I was taken back to that night and I froze.

When he left, I didn’t think. Just likethat night,I walked away as far as I could and didn’t look back. Until I bumped into Landon.

History has a funny way of repeating itself. Although this time, I didn’t bump into him. Landon followed me.

“Julianna, why the fuck are you here alone? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is?” It’s not the irritation in his voice that throws me off, or the fact that he raised his voice at me. No, it has everything to do with him saying my name.

It’s not the time to focus on something so insignificant, but for as long as I’ve known him, he’s never said my name. He’s called methat girla few times,Hollywoodmost of the time, and when he’s feeling extra petty, he’ll call meit.

“Hey.” He snaps his finger, dragging me from my zoned out state. “Are you high again?”

I glare. “No, I’m not high.”

He unknowingly helped me that night. He doesn’t know what happened and I never told him. All he knows is that I was high because he thought I took something willingly. I never corrected him.

“Then what the fuck, Julianna?” His anger spikes and his eyes harden.

My irritation flares. I didn’t ask him to follow me, and I sure as hell don’t understand what he’s still doing here. “Why do you even care?”

“You’re friends with my best friends?—”

“As you can see, I’m perfectly fine.” I wave a hand down my body.

I hate feeling like a burden, and right now, that’s what I feel. Someone who hates me is here and he shouldn’t be. He’s only here out of concern for his best friends.

His eyes follow my hand, but they’re not as quick to come back up. When they do rise, he regards me with a stoic expression. “What are you wearing?”

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