Page 159 of From Best Friend to Bride
He raised his eyebrows. “You’ve been torturing me with your mystery orgasms for months, and that’s what you have to say for yourself?”
I opened my mouth to argue, then smacked my lips together and looked away.
That wasn’t the point here.
“Were you… You know.” I trailed off, gesturing vaguely towards his crotch.
“Touching myself while listening to you and thinking about you? Yes.”
“Every time?”
“Yes.”
I jerked, but I was already against the door, so I couldn’t go back any further and just whacked my head. “Ow.” I touched my hand to the tender spot I’d just hit and shot him a glare.
“Don’t look at me like that. You knew I was attracted to you. You made a huge song and dance out of it, remember?”
Yes.
Yes, I did remember the great groin-watch several months ago.
“And given the fit you just had, am I right to assume you were thinking about me while you were having your little self-care sessions?”
My mouth opened, but the only answer he needed was the heat that flushed through my entire body.
That’s right.
My face was no longer adequate to show my embarrassment. Even my toes were involved at this point.
I wasn’t going to take this from him, though.
“So, what?” I shot back. “What else was I supposed to do? You weren’t going to touch me, so excuse me for making do with my imagination! I’m not ashamed of it.”
His eyes darkened once more, and he clenched his jaw, making his cheek twitch.
“Women get horny, too! I’m horny! So, what!” I shouted, stomping my foot for good measure. “A fact you’d know, because you keep turning me down!”
“I just told you—” he shouted back, then stopped and took a deep breath. “No. We aren’t doing this.”
“I agree. So, give me what I want. Get the papers and let me sign them.”
He stared at me for the longest minute of my life.
I swallowed.
He drew in a deep breath, making both his chest and shoulders heave. His hands unclenched, and he brushed his hand over his forehead, all without looking away from me for a millisecond.
“All right. Fine.”
The moment the words left his mouth, two things happened.
My shoulders sagged.
And my heart?
She broke.
Shattered.
