Startled, I drew back. "Oh. Right."
With cold silence, he opened the passenger's side door and waited for me to get in before shutting it behind me.
As he circled around the front of the vehicle, I felt my brow wrinkle in confusion.Did he think that I was coming onto him?
Was that it?
I bit my lip.WasI coming onto him?
No. Definitely not.
I mean, we didn't even like each other.
And yet, for a moment there, ithadfelt like things between us had thawed at least a little.Had I only imagined it?Even now, I wasn't sure.
Regardless, the happy glow was officially gone, washed awaynotby the rain, but by whatever was irking him.
I waited until he got into the car to ask, "Is something wrong?"
"Yeah," he said. "You're still talking."
From the passenger's seat, I stared in absolute shock. By now, all of the warm feelings, not to mention the effects of that incredible kiss, were a distant memory.
I just had to know. "Are you mad because I kissed you?"
When he made no reply, I said, "Because I wasn't coming on to you, if that's what you think."
"I don't."
I wasn't quite sure I believed him.Did he think that I was like Mackenzie? Eager for a taste of him regardless of our history?
I forced a nervous laugh. "Relax, I'm not going to jump you or anything."
His only reply was a low scoff.
"What?" I said. "You think I want to?"
Okay, maybe for a minute there, I'd been almost tempted, but not anymore. When hestilldidn't answer, I made a sound of frustration. "I'm serious. You want the truth? You couldn’tmakeme want you if you tried."And I meant it, too.
Already, I wanted to slap myself silly for falling under his spell.
Now that I'd been jerked back to reality, I realized that there was nothing on this Earth that could make me want someone who was so completely impossible.
Or so I thought.
