Page 44 of Not That Impossible

“No, no,” I said. “Talk later. Kiss now.”

He firmed his hold and said sternly, “Jasper.”

I heaved a sigh and slumped forward, pressing my forehead to the back of the sofa behind him. “What?”

“You get that this will be just the once, yes?”

“Really? The ‘one time to get it out of our system’ cliche?”

“No. That’s bullshit. One time because I’m here, you’re here, and I fucking want it. You do too.”

He wasn’t wrong. I glared at the sofa cushion. “Sure,” I said.

“I don’t want a relationship with you. That’s not what this is.”

My chest twisted. “Got it.”

He skated a light touch all the way down my spine and back up before squeezing my nape. “Don’t take it personally. I’m not looking for a serious relationship with anyone right now.”

I nodded. The sting of his words faded somewhat, until he added, “Even if you were my type. Which we’ve already established you’re not.”

I pushed upright, stared at his arrogant face, then did something I knew I’d regret.

I slid off his lap and stood up.

I bent over to grab my sweatpants and shot him a glare when I heard him suck in a breath, presumably at the sight of the spectacular arse he wouldnotbe entering any time soon. “You know where the door is,” I said over my shoulder, and walked out.

I’d made it to the foot of the stairs by the time I heard the sofa creak.

I was halfway up the stairs when I realised he wasn’t, in fact, getting up and letting himself out, but following me.

I turned to face him and pointed over his shoulder. “Door’s that way.”

“Get up those fucking stairs.”

“Uh, that’s what I’m doing, thank you very much.”

“Right now,” he snapped.

I jumped, and took a step back.

He took a step up. “I was trying to be nice,” he said.

“Well, you’re shit at it.”

“Oh, I know. I’ve heard that before.”

I backed up another step.

He followed. “You’re my little cousin’s best friend.”

“Yes?”

Liam’s voice was steady and firm, like he was laying out the reasoning for a case. “You’re too young for me.”

“Okay, seriously? I get it, my god. You don’t need to follow me—”

“We want different things.”

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