And another opportunity for him to ignore me. Because my boobs had a power, alright. In Xander’s presence, they had a superpower.
They became invisible.
“What if I don’t want him to react?”
My friends looked at each other.
“What does that look mean?” I demanded.
“Leave her alone,” Larissa said. “Every time you bug her about him, she gets that look on her face.”
“What look?”
“The one where you look like you just sucked on a dirty dish rag,” Shayla supplied.
“Because he’sthatfilthy,” I said.
“Filthy… delicious,” Shay replied.
I scowled.
“Yup, there it is. Dirty dish rag face.”
“I. Don’t. Like. Him.”
I didn’t. My feelings for Xander Rush went so far beyondliketo something so totally warped and disturbing, I wouldn’t even try to explain it to my friends.
“Okay, okay.” She rolled her eyes. “So no hot drummer for you this summer.” She looked to Larissa. “Let’s get back to the pool boy…”
The two of them got talking about Stephan, but I really wasn’t listening anymore.
Instead, I was trying to process everything they’d just said. And imagine how it might play out… if I took Shayla’s advice.
WouldXander react to me in a bikini? If I put my boobs right in his face…?
Would I want him to?
I could still remember the look on his face, vividly, that night in his car… three weeks ago. And a shiver ran right through me. Just like it did that night.
Because that night, he’d definitely looked at me.
Did I really want him to look at me like that again?
Yes. Of course I did.
Warped.
I told myself to just forget about it. Like I did on a daily basis. Try to put that look right out of my mind.
He didn’t really mean it.
He was just trying to scare you off.
Xander Rush is never going to look at you that way and actually mean it.
I knew that was true.
So why couldn’t I stop wishing that he would?