Page 94 of Loving You

“What kind of person doesn’t furnish their spare rooms?” I wonder aloud to myself.

“The kind whose only visitors are people who already live in this town and who did furnish it but then built his father an apartment and moved the furniture there.”

Miles. I turn to face him.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You did.”

Jesus, we could go rounds with any topic, couldn’t we?

I fold my arms in front of my chest. “I’m not sleeping on the floor or the couch.”

He rolls his eyes as if that’s old news.

“You can sleep in my room.”

“I’m not sleeping in there with you.”

Ignoring me, he turns for the stairs. “I’ll go put fresh sheets on the bed.”

“So, what now? I repulse you again?”

“What?” He stops on the first step.

“I hate you. I like you. Let’s be friends. Just kidding, let’s kiss, let’s take your clothes off. No, wait, bad idea. Let’s hate each other again. I can’t keep up with you,” I snap and move for the kitchen.

“Is that your impression of me?” Miles follows close behind me.

I spin around, causing him to step back.

“Yes. That’s exactly you.”

“Then you must be blind, Quinn.”

“Ha. I’m not blind.”

“Clearly, you are.” He moves for the stairs again.

“Okay, prove me wrong. How is it?”

“Why am I the bad guy?”

“Um, because I was happy to continue what happened last night and you’re the one who decided it was a mistake.”

“I never said that.”

“What you said earlier is pretty much the same thing.”

He shakes his head.

“It’s not.”

“Oh. My. God.” With my hands at the side of my head, I make an explosion gesture. “I can’t keep up. Just say what you’re thinking. A full explanation would be nice.”

“I … will put clean sheets on the bed for you.”

I don’t know why that statement sets me off even more, but it does.

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