“Good!” I shout back, following her.
She opens it but I slam it shut. I approach her until I’m breathing onto her neck, inhaling that perfume that fucked over all of my senses in the first place, awakening something in me right away. I press my body instinctively against hers – I want her to feel what’s happening to me down there. As soon as my erection brushes against her, I see her flinch.
“Christine…” I mutter. “This makes no sense.Wemake no sense.”
“Then stop,” she breathes.
“That’s the problem,” I brush against her ear with my nose. “I can’t stop.”
I see her breathing quicken, see her gasp, trying to grab onto something, to get out of this unharmed. Just like me. But now we’re both in too deep in this thing – whatever it is – and neither of us can come out alive.
“I can’t stop thinking about how you were with me, when he…” I clench my fists tightly against the door.
Christine turns slowly and lifts her gaze to meet mine.
God, those eyes, those lips… I bite my own, trying to hold off the uncontrollable desire to pull her into me and eat her up. Because that’s what I want to do: eat her, bite her, have her…
“There’s nothing between us,” she says calmly. “He’s Evan’s father.”
“You don’t have to…”
“We’ve never been together, Ryan. He got me pregnant when I was sixteen, and we stayed friends. Me and him…we can’t.”
“You don’t have to explain it to me.”
“That’s true, I don’t.”
All my muscles tighten.
“I would never have slept with you if I had someone else. I’m not that kind of woman, despite what you think.”
“I never said that.”
“I can read it on your face.”
I take a few steps back, trying to create some distance between us. Her honesty hits me, her calmness gnawing at me. Her eyes are swallowing me whole.
“I’m not going out with her,” I say suddenly.
“Mmm?” she says, tilting her head.
“That…Barbie, as you put it. She never leaves me alone.”
“I imagine,” she says, her mouth contorting into a frown.
“I would never go out with her.”
“You don’t have to explain it to me.”
“I know,” I say, sighing. “But, for some strange reason, I’m explaining it to you anyway.”
“Okay.”
“So…” I mutter, uncertainly. “Let’s say you’re not still seeing your ex and…there’s no one else.”
She nods.
“And I’m not going out with Barbie and…there’s no one else.”
