Last night, I stayed because I had no real choice. If I remained again tonight, the tension in my head would only build until I couldn't think. Being near him stirred something restless inside me, something I couldn't quiet.
He nodded at me and said, "Your leftovers were tasty."
My what?
A beat passed before I caught his meaning. Heat rushed to my face, and I shot him a glare. "You pervert!"
He lifted his brows, as he corrected himself, "Wait… no. I meant your… leftovers."
How childish is this guy?
I ignored him, cleaned up, and spoke as I gathered my things, "I'm leaving now."
Before I could step away, his hand closed around my wrist again, firm and unwilling to let go. "Are you seriously going to leave me alone here?"
"You can call your sweet Rebecca over," I shot back, unable to keep the edge out.
