Page 40 of Girls Will Be Girls
I inhale deeply, wishing I could hide how he affects me as he continues.
“If you’re annoyed with me, I know you’re not trying to please me.” He leans in. “I like it.”
I tilt my head at him, the beer and adrenaline giving me a boost. “You don’t want me to please you?”
His smile tilts with me as he moves closer, crowding me against the door with his forearm resting near my head. His chest brushes mine for a moment, and my breath hitches at the contact.
“When’s the last time someone pleasedyou?” He whispers.
My heart gallops as I look up at him and feel his fingers lightly touch my waist, pushing me further against the door. I can feel my eyes darting around from his eyes to his lips like a pinball, never knowing where to settle.
I take another deep breath in, preparing myself for what’s coming. My chest rubs closer against his as I inhale. The fabric of my dress scrunches against his now slightly wrinkled shirt,breaking the chorus of cicadas to become the only sound I can register.
I’m so painfully aware of the effect he’s having on me. My fairly non-existent ab muscles clench, my eyelashes flutter, my lips part, my thighs squeeze together. As I exhale, his gaze lands on mine.
“Night, Louisa.” He smiles and squeezes my waist before letting go.
He moves away from me slowly, still facing me, and crosses over to his door.
I’m left standing there stunned, watching him. “Huh?” I say, ever so eloquently.
“What?” He grins, knowing exactly what I mean.
I give him a pointed stare to convey just how annoyed heactuallymakes me.
“It wasn’t a date.” He clarifies, not very clearly.
“So?” I let out a humorless laugh.
“So.” He shrugs. “It wasn’t a date.”
“You’re so annoying,” I repeat and yank my door open.
“Sweet dreams, baby girl.” He grins.
I huff a breath out, doing my best impression of an annoyed bull being forced to shake some stupid guy off my back. I give his grinning face one last glare and shut my door behind me.
He is one sadistic fuck.
I’m so riled up for the next hour that I can’t even think about going to sleep yet. I try distracting myself by scrolling through Instagram, picking out a hiking outfit for tomorrow to make sure I fit into the group perfectly, and doing my longest skincare routine — clay mask, retinol, hydrating eye creams — but all Ican think about is how much I want to bang on his door and demand he finish what he started. But I also want to shout in his face that he’s annoying and I hate him.
I’m still on the fence about whether it was some stupid power play or if he’s really serious about dating me. Lou doesn’t seem like the type to play some sick, twisted game of who’s in charge, but he’s also a man, so it can’t be ruled out. Even if he did want to date me for real I can’t think of any other reason for him not going through with what he started, apart from: he’s Edward Cullen and requires us to wait until marriage, or he gets off on pissing me off.
Either way, I feel like that moment just threw the option for casual fun right out the window. If this was destined to be casual, we would both — hopefully — be satisfied and asleep right now, and we’re not, so I’m officially putting on mythis has to be serious or nothingpants.
I’m a simple girl, and I can’t muddle lines. He officially crossed the dating line tonight, and now, despite wanting to push him into a thorny bush and watch with glee as he screams, I guess I have a stupid crush on him.
Yippee for me.
“When’s the last time someone pleased you?”
I don’t think a single sentence has ever made my knees buckle quite like that. He’s so unbelievably cocky and confident, and I hate to admit I find it hot as fuck. Every time I repeat it in my mind, my stomach flips, and I’m filled with the overwhelming need to visit my vibrator collection. Mainly the bunny-eared one I brought with me from said collection.
But I won’t give him the satisfaction.
Not that he’d ever know — butI’dknow.
I’m a terrible liar, and based on our track record of Lou knowing exactly what I’m thinking at all times means he’d knowif I gave in. He’d somehow know if I let his words send me over the edge and turn me into more of a puddle than he already has.
