“Exactly. I don’t trust you.” Her lips are pressed together as she scrutinizes me.
“I don’t see why. Haven’t I proven I’ll respect your wishes?”
“Yes.” Her suspicion doesn’t clear. “But you never agree with me.”
“Never is a big word for two people who have only met twice and spent most of that time in bed.”
“Fine. Whatever.” She huffs, looking disgruntled and adorable.
I chuckle. “What would make you happy here?”
The toe of her shoe starts tapping, and she shrugs one shoulder but remains silent.
I lean against my vehicle. “You’re making a lot of life changes, which can be stressful. Seems prudent to give you one less thing to worry about.”
“Ha. Nothing about you worries me.” Her hip cocks even farther as she postures.
I repress the urge to challenge her. “Good. But the statement still stands. You’re moving, starting a new job, and meeting a lot of new people. Focusing on yourself is good common sense.”
“Great. Because that’s exactly what I want. To focus on me.” Her chin lifts as she straightens. I can practically see the lawyer roll over her like a shield.
“It works out, then.” I keep my voice neutral.
She gives a little wave at my car. “It was tension relief, that’s all.”
The desire to wrap her in my arms and force her to melt against me, if nothing more than to help her relax, is so strong it surprises me.
It also keeps me rooted in my spot.
Wanting her for sex is one thing—that’s understandable. Wanting to give her comfort, to cultivate emotional intimacy, is not.
Carefully, I ask, “And are you relieved?”
“Yep. I’m all good.”
“Happy to hear it.”
“So, I have no more use for you.”
I want to fight her, but to what purpose?
So we have amazing sex and unbelievable chemistry? It doesn’t change the fact that it’s better to keep our distance. Maybe we needed one more time to get it out of our systems. We are a volatile combination, full of attachments and complications neither one of us wants.
I agree with her. “Problem solved, right?”
“Right.” Her expression twists like she’s contemplating murdering me. “Now we can go on our merry, separate ways.”
My irritation prickles, but I ignore it. This is for the best. Spending time with Jessica will lead to nothing but trouble.
The list of reasons to stay away is endless.
I’m not a relationship person and never will be.
She’s made it clear that relationships are the last thing on her mind.
I don’t like complicated and messy.
She wants to focus on establishing the new life she’d been planning before I came along and threw a wrench into it.