“You thought by being aloof at work I would be convinced to have sex with you again?”
He shrugs.
“What about calling me incompetent? Did you think I’d find you sexually attractive when you questioned my skill level?”
He runs a hand through his hair before tugging on the ends. “Maybe I should leave,” he repeats.
I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. “Yes, I think that is a good idea.”
He kisses Mom goodbye before striding out the door. I asked him to leave, so I can’t feel upset at his following my request. Yet, I do.
This is exactly why I didn’t want to get involved with him. I knew any involvement would be complicated. I was right. For the first time in my life, I’m not enjoying being proven right. In fact, I’m quite certain I wouldn’t mind being proven incorrect in this instance.