I released my hand and brought it back to my side. My gaze scanned his torso and landed on the ground between us.
Shit.My rage disappeared.
My hair fell in my face. I pushed it back and lifted my head.
His face, full of indifference sparked anger in my gut.
It ignited my rage all over again.
His gaze scanned my body, head to toe and back up again.
I glared, my eyes narrowed, and my cheeks grew hot.
He grunted, turned, and walked back into the shed.
The door remained open.
I took it as an invitation.
I walked down the hallway to the main room.
It was dark except for a small lamp on a table near the far wall. It strained to illuminate the room.
The room was cozy and warm, it reminded meof Caden. Besides theunmade bed, theroom appeared neat and in order. A bank of blank screens covered the near wall.
Caden sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread, leaning forward. He studied the back of his hand.I stepped in front of him with my arms crossed over my chest.
His indifference was meant to pacify me. I would not be swayed.
“I invited you to dinner.”
He grunted but didn’t say a word.
“Usually when somebody invites you to dinner you either accept or you decline.”
“I figured not showing up took care of the declining with less effort.” He dropped his hands to his sides.
I stepped closer and dropped my hands.
“I know your mother, and she taught you better than that.” I pointed in his face.
He tilted his head and smirked.
“Why?” I asked.
He cracked his knuckles.
I cringed andslapped his hands out of the way.
“Why do you hate me so much?” The desperation in my voice nicked him. I saw it, a slight switch in demeanor, and a tinge of regret. It lasted a second before disappearing and the apathetic effect returned. It hurt my heart.
He leaned back and placed his hands on the bed behind him. The towel slid. My eyes grew wide as I made out the outline of his hardness against his thighs.
I looked away, turned around, and studied the photo hanging on the wall over his bed.
It was a poster of a movie we saw together once.
I didn’t hear him stand up. He moved in stealth mode.Heat radiated from him. He reached up and touched my shoulder for a second. Enough time for it to make me remember all we were to each other and how far we’d grown apart.
