He chuckles. "You know me too well."
I find a t-shirt and cotton shorts and take them to the bed.
Pete stays on the other side of the room. "You sure you're okay?"
"Sure? No." I do away with my tank top. Then my bra. The hunger in his eyes chases away the uneasy feeling in my gut. "They're really in love, Tom and Willow."
"Yeah."
I pull my t-shirt over my head. Can't have this conversation topless. It's revealing enough. "Is that what you were like with Cindy?"
The happiness drains from his expression. He doesn't look angry. More confused.
"You really want to talk about my ex-girlfriend right now?" he asks.
I slide out of my skirt. "Kind of."
His eyes stay on my bare thighs. They get wide as I do away with the panties too. "Not interested in using my mouth for conversation at the moment."
"I'm changing." I slide my pajama bottoms on. "See?"
"You know what you're doing."
Maybe. "Were you?"
"I did love her, yeah."
"You've never told me about it. About what happened. Not in detail."
"Not an exciting story." His eyes turn down. "Not much to tell."
"Tell me anyway." I pat the spot next to me. "I want to hear it."
His eyes stay on the carpet as he moves to the bed. He sits. Then his eyes are on me, raking over me. "Not exactly in the mood to talk."
"What if I say please?"
"Maybe."
"Pretty, pretty please."
"Fuck. The extra 'pretty' is my weakness." His eyes meet mine. "You want the whole story?"
"Yes."
He nods. "Feel like I should ask for something in return."
"You don't have to bait me to get my clothes off."
"I know." His eyes turn down. "Thought you wanted happy."
"Why don't you want to tell me?"
He doesn't reply. Instead, he settles into the bed. "We got together senior year of high school. Just after Mom was in recovery. Her being sick… I barely held it together. After that, I wanted to seize the day. All that shit. Cindy was cute. She liked me. Not sure we had much in common besides a mutual love of Michael Crichton."
"Really?"
"He's more thanJurassic Park. You ever readPrey?Timeline? Shit's addictive."