Now, just looking at Arden made me feel sick inside. She looked so sweet, with her big brown eyes and long, brown hair. She was wearing dark jeans that hugged her hips and a pale pink T-shirt that made me recall the pink of her nipples and the taste of her lips.
Like a dumb-ass, I still missed her. Not just her body. The whole package, inside and out.
What a cluster.
As our gazes locked, she moved closer and said in a near whisper, "If it makes you feel any better, I hate toast, too."
She hadn't always.
But I got what she meant.
Misery loves company, huh?
But hey, this washerdoing, not mine. And for allIknew, this latest scene was just another ploy to get what she wanted – theonlything she wanted.
The house.
I told her, "It's not your house, remember?"
She blinked. "I never said that it was."
"Yeah? Then how come you're acting like it?"
She took a small step backward. "I'm not." She frowned. "I just don't want you to have a terrible kitchen, that's all."
With a laugh, I said, "Get real, will ya? It's not about me. It's about you."
She shook her head. "It is not."
"Right." And with that, I turned away.
"Wait!"
Once again, I turned back. "Why?"
Her face was flushed, and her eyes were accusing as she said, "Because I want to know why you're being like this."
"Yeah? And I wanna know things, too. But hey, that's life. Deal with it."
"Deal with it?" She made a scoffing sound. "That's soooo easy for you to say. Everything works out foryou."
"Is that so?"
"Definitely," she said. "Even that thing in high school,youwere the one who started it – the thing that made us hate each other in the first place."
Where the hell had that come from?"What?"
"The lab," she said. "It wasyourfault it blew up."
"No kidding." With a tight smile, I leaned toward her and said in a low voice, "Boom."
She flinched. "That's not funny."
"Maybe not to you."
"No. It's not funny, period." She glared out at me. "Although I can see whyyou'dthink so.Youcame out just fine."
"We werebothsuspended," I reminded her. "Not just you."
