Page 47 of Love You, Mean It


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Especially one we both knew didn’t exist.

I reached for my wineglass and took a sip before setting it back on the ledge.

Me: He’s a pretty private guy. He was in a hurry to get out of here without getting harassed by nosy neighbors.

Charles: Really? He didn’t seem that worried about it when I pulled his hood off. Montana screamed so loud I’m surprised you didn’t hear her.

Note to self: My best friend was not invited to any future undercover operations.

Me: I didn’t hear anything.

Charles: That’s all you have to say about it, huh?

Me: What would you like me to say, Charles? I was trying to get you to concede.

Charles: Because you want me?

Me: Because you’re an arrogant jackass, and I’d like you to say you want me first.

Charles: I think we both know we’re playing with fire. We already irritate the hell out of one another, and we haven’t crossed any lines other than you climbing me like a tree a few weeks back.

Me: You love to point that out. You’re the one who had to take multiple cold showers just to get the thought out of your head.

Charles: Not denying it, Firefly. But doing it again would be a bad idea.

I chewed on my thumbnail. I was the one who thought it was a bad idea, but I was offended that he thought it was a bad idea.

Me: Hey. You should be so lucky to spend a night with me.

Charles:

Me:

We hadn’t even done the deed, and we were already fighting by way of emoji.

Charles: You are the one who said it was a bad idea in the first place.

Me: So you’re throwing my words in my face?

Charles: Violet.

Me: Charles.

Charles: We fight more than we don’t. Neither of us are looking for anything. Acting on an attraction is a bad idea.

Me: Have you not heard of the Bang It Out theory?

Charles: Is this something one learns in school, Firefly?

Me: It’s something one learns from street smarts, Charles. Keep up, buddy, and you might get lucky.

Charles: I’m on the edge of my seat.

Me: Smartass.

Charles: Explain.

Me: We have one designated night to get the sexual tension out of our system. That kiss really got in my head, and I need to move forward, but I’m stuck.