Page 54 of Not That Impossible

Not with arousal. This was more like dread.

“If you’re worried that I brought you a camomile tea,” I said, “then worry no more. You like your coffee black. I remembered.”

He stared at me.

I lifted and lowered the bakery box. His eyes didn’t even flicker. “And these are doughnuts.”

“If you remember me saying that’s how I like my coffee, do you remember me saying that I didn’t want to go on a coffee date?”

“This looks like a date to you?” I smiled.

“This looks like last night’s hook-up tracking me down at my place of work—”

“Oh my god,” I said. “Last night’s hook-up?” My voice went up and Liam winced. “Hook-up, Liam?”

“I told you it was a one-time thing.”

Hook-up? I mouthed silently.

His cheeks tinted pink and he firmed his jaw. “What else would you call it? No-strings sex, no expectations of a relationship. One and done.”

“Wow.”

He scowled. “I’m not trying to be an arsehole here.”

“I can’t imagine what you’d do if you were trying,” I said. “Wait for a car to come by and push me into traffic, maybe?”

He heaved an exasperated sigh and scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “I knew I shouldn’t have given in. I knew you’d start thinking—”

“Wait, wait.”

“What?” he snapped.

“Given in?”

“Yeah?”

“You gave in?” I said.

“Yeah.”

“To me.”

He raised his brows. “Yeah.”

“Okay, but do you remember how you were the one who sought me out?”

“What? I did not, you’re making—”

“No, no,” I said. “I’m not making anything up. You came to me, Liam. Twice.” I glared at him. “Deny it. Go on. To my face.”

“I came to your house twice, yes. I wouldn’t get dramatic about it and say I sought you out.”

“You did, though. I didn’t invite you over. The first time, there I was, minding my own business, hanging out in a towel. You rang the doorbell, stuck your tongue down my throat, and ripped the towel off me.”

He shifted closer. “Youripped it off.”

“Maybe I was hot, did you think of that? It’s irrelevant, since you were already kissing me. You had me up against the door!”

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