Page 35 of More Than Chemical
But he squeezed my hand. “Adriana, we should stop.”
Stop? What did he mean stop?
“No.” I shook my head. “We need to keep going.”
I had a sense of urgency now. Like if we didn’t keep moving full steam ahead, I’d be sleepless for the rest of my life.
He sighed and kissed the top of my head. The freaking top. What was going on here?
“I’m not having sex with you.”
“Yes, you are.” I stood up and pointed to his bed, warmth bathing me from head to toe. “You’re going to take me over there and fuck my brains out.”
He tried to keep his mouth shut, but he couldn’t. He started to crack up, and my chest nearly exploded.
After he finished laughing, he stared at me with a serious expression. “You are cute.”
“I am not. I’m wearing a thong. I amsexy.”
He lifted his brows. “Can I see it?”
Turning, I pulled my yoga pants down so the string on my waist showed. I flashed him a seductive smile over my shoulder.
“Nice.” He reached out and grazed my hip bone with his finger.
“If I show you the whole thing, then will you have sex with me?”
“No.” He crossed his arms.
His response hit me square in the chest, heavy as a brick.Omigod.He really didn’t want what I wanted right now.
I was a loser. A pathetic, groveling loser. I pulled my jeans back up. My face and neck were hot.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “This is embarrassing. I better go.”
I spun around and walked out the door. It shut automatically behind me with a clunk.
Shoot. My bag.
I cringed and covered my face with my hands. This was awful. Mortifying. And it wasn’t over. I had to go back in there to get my stuff.
The door clicked open without me having to knock.
Dallas peeked out and then opened the door wide for me to come back in. “I think you forgot something.”
I ducked underneath his arm and went straight for the bag. It had fallen off the futon during our hot but short make-out session. I picked it up and turned to leave again, but Dallas was blocking me.
“I’m sorry for laughing.” His hands were behind his back.
“It’s okay.” I tried to find a way around him. “I just thought you were into easy fucks.”
He grabbed my upper arm and stopped me.
I looked at him, my chin quivering. I really wish I hadn’t said that. It was insulting to both of us.
“You andeasydo not go together,” he said.
I went limp under his grip. This was so confusing. I needed someone to point me to the beginning of the maze again and give me the directions.
