Page 20 of The One I Hate
“Why am I back in your life?” Is she crazy? How is this on me? “Why are you back in mine?”
Apparently this was the most ridiculous question I could have asked based on how big her eyes get.
“Me? Me! You’re the one who showed up at my work. Twice! You’re doing this on purpose. It’s just like before. It wasn’t cute then, and it’s not cute now.”
“One, yes it is, so don’t lie. Two, do you think I want this?” I cut the distance between us to just a few inches apart. “You think I want to be driven mad by you again?”
“What do you mean ‘again’?”
Sure, Bug, play dumb. “Do you think I like not being able to think of anyone besides you? I already did that once, Bug. Zero out of ten. Would not recommend.”
“Quit calling me Bug.”
“Sorry. Can’t. Won’t. If you won’t get out of my head, I’m going to make sure I’m living rent-free in yours.”
“You think you have that much power over me?”
“You’re here, aren’t you?”
My words shut her up for the first time since she’s walked into my room. And with the silence, I’m now just realizing how close we are.
I can feel her breath on me. Her perfume is faint but I can smell it—sweet and spicy, just like her. Her chest is heaving, and if I moved just an inch closer I’d feel it against me. Our eyes are locked in a stare so intense I don’t know if a bomb exploding could break it.
I give Bug credit; she’s not backing down. She’s at least half a foot shorter than me, but that’s not intimidating her. If anything, it’s making her more determined to not break first.
And it’s making me want to do something really fucking stupid.
“Why are you here, Bug?”
I watch her eyes heat underneath my gaze. “Why did you call me?”
“I asked first.”
“Just answer the question, Simon.”
I shake my head and step just a little closer to her. “Why. Are. You. Here.”
“Because…”
She’s getting flustered. Her breathing is picking up. Good. About time she knows what it feels like to have your heart beating out of your chest.
“Use your words, Bug.”
She doesn’t use her words. She uses her mouth.
It’s on mine out of nowhere. Kissing me. Hard.
But just as fast, she’s pushing me away. We’re both panting for breath as it clicks to what she just did.
“You have a habit of kissing me.”
My smartass comment is met with a snarl from her.
That’s it, Bug. Get pissed. Kiss me again.
“I hate you.”
I reach out for her hip, taking hold and pulling her into me. Her eyes dilate the second my rock-hard cock presses against her. “No you don’t.”
