Page 32 of Don't Bite the Boy Next Door
“Will you come tomorrow night?” he asks, as my hand reaches for the handle. I can hear hopefulness, but it seems to me, as it always does lately, that he also hopes I will say no.
“If you like,” I reply without turning.
He doesn’t answer, but I guess we both know I will come back, regardless.
Only, when I get home, Lars is back, and I decide no, I won’t go back. Ryan has made it very obvious he wants to be left alone. Me chasing him around, spying on him, obsessing over him, it is embarrassing and beneath us both.
“Now that I don’t find him irresistible that shouldn’t be a problem,” I whisper firmly into the mirror later that night as I brush my hair. “I. Will. Stop.”
Orson grunts where he lays on the edge of the bed, watching me, and I grimace.
“I know,” I moan, “I’m not sure why I keep lying to myself, either.”
