But then I see the girl rub his arm again, watching how her boobs strain the top she’s wearing, exposing her tiny waist, and I shake the thought away, turning back around and finishing off my beer in one.He’ll probably hook up with her tonight, my brain tells me, making me mad for even thinking it. So what? It’s what we both agreed on, right?
I leave my empty glass on the counter and push my way to the bathroom, holding the door open when a girl exits, leaving the place empty. I turn on the faucet, washing my hands, my eyes drifting up until I hold my own gaze in the mirror. My eyes are cute; I have plump lips and an impressive rack. I know I’m pretty, but I’d be dumb if I thought I could compete with those girls out there.
My head snaps to the left when the bathroom door opens and my eyes widen when I see who it is.
“This is the ladies’ room.”
He smirks, looking around the empty bathroom. “Hello,” Aiden calls out. “Any girls in here?” His brows lift, tilting his head, a smile on his face when he doesn’t hear anyone. “No? Good. Just the girl I wanted to see.”
My heart starts to jump when he approaches me. “Someone could come in here.”
He turns, locking the door. “This okay?” he asks when he turns back around.
I shake my head, trying to make sense of what’s happening. “What are you doing in here?”
He takes a step closer to me. “You were avoiding me.”
I scoff, crossing my arms. “It looked like you had your hands full.”
He lets out a laugh, tilting his head. “You’re jealous,” he states, making me blink.
“I am not jealous.” My eyes involuntarily roll when I drop my arms, pushing at his chest.
“No?” he asks.
“No,” I confirm. “I was just wondering.”
“About?” he asks, taking a step closer to me.
“What you said last week.”
He rubs his jaw. “I’ve said so many things,” he says. “You’ll have to remind me.”
I lift my brows. “You asked me if I was seeing anyone else,” I remind him.
He drops his hand, his brows furrowing. “Yes?”
“Are you?” I ask before I can stop myself.
The line between his brows deepens when he takes a step closer to me. “You’re jealous,” he says again. “Tell me why.”
I sigh. “I’m not jealous.”
“Tell me—”
“Because she had her hands all over you,” I blurt out, instantly regretting the words that came out of my mouth.
His eyes widen, and I groan when I see the smile slowly appear on his face. “You’re jealous,” he says again.
I glare at him. “Can you stop being cocky about this? Fine, you’re right. I hated seeing her grabby hands all over you, rubbing up on you and laughing like you’re the funniest guy ever when I know you’re not that damn funny. I hated how my stomach cramped every time you looked at her or smiled at her or laughed with her, okay?” I throw my hands up. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
He grins. “I’m pretty funny,” he retorts.
I scoff. “Funny looking.”
“That’s not true.” He laughs again. “And you’re jealous.”
I sigh loudly, burying my head in my hands and letting out a groan. Why did I open my big mouth? “Leila,” Aiden says. I shake my head, groaning into my hands. I’ve already died of embarrassment and admitted that I’m jealous. I don’t want to look at him, I can’t.
