Page 219 of Flipping His Script
She was right. We weren't.But if I had my way, we were gonna be.
And now, her eyes were glistening with tears.
Again.
Because of me.
Ihatedthat. "What is it?"
She blinked. "What's what?"
"Just now, what were you thinking?"
"I just think you overdid it. I mean, with those guys, that's all."
Fuck it.I moved closer until we were nearly touching. "Let's get one thing straight. If that happens again, you're not talking me out of it."
"Out of what?"
"Whatever it takes."
She tried for a smile. "You don't mean the camera-up-the-ass thing, do you? Because I'm pretty sure that's illegal."
I looked to the floor and had to scoff.Forget the camera. Forget the guys, too.There was only one girl I wanted, and she thought I hated her.
This was my fault, not hers. Like a dumb-ass, I'd been hoping that the last week would soften the hard edges and make it easier for her to believe that things were different now.
If I had my way, they'dalwaysbe different.
When I looked up, I didn't try to hide how I felt.I loved her.Probably, I'd loved her for longer than I'd realized.
Our gazes locked, and her lips parted. Her eyes warmed like they did sometimes when we'd been only pretending.
But I wasn't pretending anymore. I said, "It's no act."
She swallowed. "What?"
As I gazed down at her, I thought of all the things I loved – her quick wit, her good heart, and yeah, the way her sweet ass moved when she walked.
I just prayed she wouldn't be walking away.
Yeah, this wasn't the time or the place.But screw it.I was done waiting. "You think I barged in here, because I was looking to put on a show?"
"I, um…" Looking flustered now, she said, "Well, I guess it's the kind of thing youmightdo if we were really together. So, you sort ofhadto, right?"
"Wrong."
She stared up at me. "What?"
I wanted to kiss her, right here, right now. "You're not the person I thought you were."
"And youjustfigured that out?"
"No." Deliberately, I softened my tone. "But there's something I need to say."
"What?"
"I owe you."
