Page 75 of Resist Me

He came out of the bathroom still toweling off his hair. I’d taken a shower first, adamantly refusing to do it with him. That was intimate in a way I wasn’t even close to ready for. I still had emotional whiplash, which was my own damn fault, but the feeling was valid.

“You hungry?” he asked. I raised a brow and he laughed. “That’s a dumb question.”

“Very dumb. I thought we had something good going here.”

“Mm.” He leaned down to kiss me and I couldn’t resist running my fingers through his damp curls. “If I order food, you’ll forgive me for asking something so offensive.”

“Fine,” I conceded. “Can we watch a movie too?”

“Sure.” He grabbed a remote from the nightstand and passed it to me. “What do you like? Superhero movies, huh?”

“I’m not a cliché.”

He raised a brow. “I’m surprised. Thought you’d be a Spiderman guy.Or Iron Man.”

I set down the remote, suddenly not interested in watching anything. “No. I don’t like Iron Man.”

“Alright. No Iron Man, then.”

He sat and leaned against the headboard as he pulled up the delivery app. I glanced at him and was again hit by disbelief. It was weird that we were here like this. I didn’t know what any of it meant despite his ‘not just for sex’ statement. I wasn’t quite sure where I stood except that when I left the apartment, I thought about the fact that he’d shown up to help with our problem, and I got butterflies. Before I knew it, I was fighting an internal battle that I lost. Hence why I showed up here on a whim.

“What sounds good?” he asked.

“If you’re paying, I’ll go with lobster, a forty-ounce tomahawk, and a giant slice of chocolate cake.”

He glanced sidelong at me, his exasperation clear. “All of those things would be better in person.”

“Well, I’m not putting my jeans on, so that’s a hard no.”

“Friday, then.”

“What?”

“We’ll go out. And yeah, I’ll pay, but only because I know you’re helpless and broke.”

I swatted his chest with the back of my hand. “You’re mean. I’m not going out with you.”

“Why not?”

“Because that sounds like a date.”

“I wasn’t aware that I needed to make that clearer. Yes, West, I’m asking you out on a date.”

My stomach flipped. More than flipped. That bitch did an aerial turn and proceeded to get lost in some gravitational pull outside of our galaxy.

“I told you what staying meant,” he pointed out.

“You didn’t present me with the terms and conditions of this deal. I need to see the fine print.”

“You don’t strike me as someone who would read it.”

With a grimace, I turned onto my side to look at him. I propped my face on my hand and studied the sharp curve of his jaw. He was still tapping away on the phone, apparently done asking for my opinion, which was fine. I’d eat most things anyway.

“If we’re doing this, you need to know what you’re in for,” I said. “I’m-”

“Dramatic, emotional, needy, infuriating.” He didn’t look at me as he spoke. “Yeah, I know.”

“That’s entirely uncalled for. I am… All of those things but also more.”

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