Page 79 of The Auction
“I didn’t fuck her.”
It took a few seconds for the words to filter through my brain. Then it was my turn to determine how far he might go to win.
Except he already had. So why lie?
“I could hear you crying from upstairs.” He spat on the ground by his feet. “No matter how loud the music was.”
My lips twisted into a sneer. “Ruin the mood?”
He scowled. “I wasn’t going to…It doesn’t matter. I’m so fucking mad at you, Jules.”
That I understood. “I’m so fucking mad at you, too.”
He pulled the spark plugs out of his back jean pocket and handed them to me. I snatched them from his hand and took a step back out of his reach.
“Knew you’d bolt.”
“Why stop me?”
He shook his head from side to side, then looked down at his boots. When he lifted his face, that cold expression he’d been wearing since the hardware store was gone.
“I don’t really know. Hope?”
I bit down on my lip hard. “You promise me you didn’t fuck her?”
“Told her my sister had mental health issues and I needed to deal with that. She’d followed me in her car, so she just left.”
I couldn’t help it, that made me smile.
“I was a little cray-cray,” I admitted.
“You were full on batshit,” he accused me like he was mad all over again. “I seriously didn’t think you would care that much.”
I shrugged as if that was my only answer. Cautiously, I walked toward him and handed him back the spark plugs. “Fix my truck. I’m going to unpack.”
Walking away from him, he stopped me with his words.
“Goes both ways, Jules,” he said, on a low growl. “I catch you even looking at pimplefuckingface again, I will end him.”
I looked back over my shoulder even as I continued walking. “You don’t have to worry about that. I got my answer. Kissing him sucked.”
Later that night,I opened his bedroom door. We’d both gone to bed over an hour ago, feelings still hurt, but with less cursing at each other.
I hadn’t been able to sleep, though, and it was weird how obvious the answer was when it came to me.
He sat up with a sudden jerk.
“What?” he barked, prepared for some unseen battle, his hands in fists.
I walked over to the empty side of his king sized bed and pulled back the covers. I’d brought my own pillow with me, so I dropped it down on top of the pillow already there.
I didn’t bother to turn on a light. Tomorrow would be soon enough to pack my stuff up and move everything into his room.
“Are you kidding me?” he asked me. “After yesterday and today, now you’re going to sleep in my bed?”
“You’ll have a harder time explaining why your little sister is in bed with you next time you think about bringing someone home.”
“Don’t think this just fixes things, Jules.”
