Page 53 of Don't Puck Your Best Friend’s Girl

"I don't know," I admit, feeling myself getting turned on again at the sight of her naked body.

She throws on new underwear and a t-shirt. "I mean, how long can we keep doing this?"

I let out a small laugh. "It's only been a week, Saylor. This is our second time."

"Yeah, but…" She trails off, and by the look on her face, she doesn't seem happy.

"Are you saying you don't want to keep doing this?" I ask, meeting her gaze.

She shrugs. "I just don't know where we go from here."

I shrug. "We either keep doing this and see where it takes us, or we stop."

"You don't have to be so rude about it," she argues.

Did I sound rude? Maybe I'm getting a little flustered because it sounds like she doesn't want to keep doing this with me, and that stings a little.

I wipe my face. "I just… That was… If you imply that you want to stop things now, then…" I pause, not knowing where this conversation is headed. She seems mad, pissed. And I thought we just had a good time.

"Then what?" she asks. "Tell me the truth. Tell me what you were about to say."

Oh, she thinks I'm going to say the opposite of what I mean. She thinks I'm going to reject her, hate her, not want to do this again.

I walk to her and brush her hair out of her face. "I…" I start and then stop. "If things weren't complicated with Byron, then I would make you mine in a heartbeat."

She glares up at me, nothing changing in her expression. "But because of Byron, you refuse to or something?"

"Or something." I smirk. "You don't care about hurting him?"

She shrugs. "You do?"

I huff, starting to feel frustrated, but this is what I get for hooking up with someone who cannot fucking stand me. "Say, please be upfront with me right now. I just had really good sex with you, and it's almost like you're mad at me. And I don't know why."

"I am mad at you."

I pause, watching her carefully. That's when I notice how drunk she really is. She's fucking plastered, and it's painfully obvious.

"Why are you mad at me?" I ask gently.

Her jaw clenches for a moment and then she says, "I'm mad that you are best friends with Byron and putting him first. I'm mad that you've been hating your brother for fucking months, Cade, and then you hook up with me, and suddenly you're a good fucking person for making that massive mistake? Me! I'm the mistake! And then you make amends with your asshole brother when you've revolved your entire life around ruining him. And then you hook up with me again and you can't even acknowledge…" she trails off, clutching at her head. I feel a bit woozy too, so I brace myself by sitting on her bed.

"Acknowledge what?" I ask, wanting her to continue.

She shakes her head. "That you seriously don't give a shit about me."

Shit. My gut sinks as I watch her. Every ounce of me wants to fight and argue with her, but with the look in her eyes, I know I shouldn't.

I inhale. "I don't know how to handle this. I…I don’t know what you want me to say."

She scoffs. "It's not about what Iwantyou to say, Cade! How you're handling this tells me more than anything you could possibly say."

"I care about you," I admit. "I want this with you. I like––"fucking you.But that would make me a douchebag, wouldn't it?

She shakes her head, crossing her arms. "You should leave."

"Saylor, I just––"

"Just go," she snaps.

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