Oh.
“Are you here to see Emmett?” I question him.
“No, I’m here to see you. You hung up on me.”
Oh. I stare at him blankly. “You came all the way over here because I hung up on you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t like the thought that I had upset you,” he confesses.
Oh.
“I was embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed?” His brows pull together in confusion. I can’t look at him. He walks over and places his finger under my chin. “Why were you embarrassed?” Those blue eyes look like glittering pools that I want to drown in, and that’s what is embarrassing. “That I got upset over you getting hurt.”
“I’m fine,” he says softly, reassuring me.
“I see that,” I mumble.
He takes a couple of steps toward me as I quickly take a couple of steps backward, until I hit the edge of the sofa. “You were worried about me?”
“Let’s not make it a thing,” I say, rolling my eyes while I defensively cross my arms.
“Oh, I’m making it a thing,friend,” he says, emphasizing the word, as he continues to be in my personal space.
“Fish.”
“I know.” He smirks.
I shake my head, “Don’t …” I warn him.
“Don’t what?”
“Whatever you’re thinking …” I tell him as panic rushes my body.
“What do you think I’m thinking?” He grins.
“Something you shouldn’t be?”
“You’d probably be right.” The next thing I know, he grabs me, making me squeal as he picks me up and places me on the edge of the sofa, then moves in between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I hiss as my breath comes out staggered.
“I don’t know.” His answer confuses me.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“I can’t decide if I want to kiss you or hang out with you?”
My eyes widen. “You can’t kiss me.”
“Not even once? I mean, the entire world thinks we’re fucking and have this amazing chemistry, aren’t you the least bit curious?” he asks me, sliding further between my legs.
“We can’t.” Is all I say.