Page 36 of Fake Dating Adrian Hunter
“My point exactly. Then there was that time in high school when I dyed my hair pink and all you said to me wasInteresting hair.”
“A: what is wrong with having interesting hair? And B: people can change their mind about colors.”
“It was the way you said it,” I shoot back at him, and ugh, we’re fighting again. “Not one word from you in weeks, then the first time we were forced into a social situation, you gave me a dirty look and gruntedInteresting hair, then didn’t speak to me again for another month.”
Adrian holds his hands up, shaking his head in confusion. “How do you remember these specific details?”
“It’s easy to remember moments when someone is rude to you. Maybe that’s why I have so many memories of you.”
Instead of biting back, he shrugs and says, “I complimented you on your pink dress earlier in the evening.”
“I know you, Adrian. You were being sarcastic.”
He laughs in disbelief and runs a hand through his hair. “Okay, because you have some serious self-esteem issues—”
“I don’t have—”
“Let me say this loud and clear, Verena, because I can’t believe we’re fighting over something so stupid. I like the color pink and I like it on you. And in case you were too drunk to remember me saying it last night, I don’t think you’re fat. I like the way you look… very much.”
I’d be flattered if I weren’t so mortified that I apparently opened up to Adrian last night about my body insecurities. “Um…” My voice thins, thinking about that sex dream, “What else did I say to you last night?”
He smirks. “I told you, you propositioned me for hate sex.”
There’s one problem with that. I’m not sure I hate Adrian anymore. Not even a little.
“Come on, admit it, Vee, you don’t seriously hate me, not after the night we’ve had.”
Are my thoughts written all over my face or something? How does this guy keep reading me so well?
I turn toward the bedroom so he can’t see the truth in my eyes. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to sleep, inmybed.”
“That’s not fair. You got the bed last night.”
I spin around in disbelief to face him. “That’s because you put me in it. You could have left me to fend for myself on the floor. That’s what I would have done if the roles were reversed.”
He doesn’t answer me straight away. There’s a face-off moment where the two of us stare each other down. It’s like we’re reading each other’s mind, because the next moment, we both run for the bedroom, knocking over anything in our path. Chairs grind against the floor as we shove them to the side. A vase smashes to the ground, but neither one of us acknowledges it, desperate for the win.
Even though I had a head start, Adrian and his athletic body catch up within a second. We both reach the bedroom door at the same time, with neither of us able to fit through it as we wedge ourselves in the door frame. We’re pushing and shoving. My boobs graze against Adrian’s shoulder at one point. At another point, his palm is face-hugging me and I’m about to have an alien impregnated down my throat like Sigourney Weaver. Then he pulls the dirtiest move of all and uses his caveman strength to throw me over his shoulder, carrying me kicking and screaming out to the pool.
“Adrian, no!” I laugh. “Don’t you dare throw me in the water. This dress costs more than you’ll see in your lifetime.”
He does this miraculous feat of strength and flips me upside down so that my head is hanging inches above the water, my hair already ruined as it soaks in the pool.
“Say I can have the bed,” Adrian tells me.
My lips can’t form an answer. All I can think about is how the flip Adrian just performed on me would translate in sex. That, and I’m pretty sure my ass is on display again.
“Say it.” He lowers me to the water.
“All right! The bed is yours. Put me on safe ground.”
With another amazing sex-flip (yep, that’s how I’m referring to it from now on), Adrian plants my feet on the ground.
What a sucker.
As soon as his hands are off me, I push him into the water.
Clearly, I hadn’t thought that move through because the splash sprays my dress, but I’m laughing too hard to care. He surfaces, fighting a grin that I barely see because I’m hunched over in fits of giggles.
