He closed his eyes, trying to compose himself before he spoke again. “Is that it? You don’t think it meant anything to me?”
“You are Travis Maddox.”
He shook his head, disgusted. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were shoving my past in my face.”
“I don’t think four weeks ago constitutes the past.” His face contorted and I laughed. “I’m kidding! Travis, it’s fine. I’m fine, you’re fine. There’s no need to make a big deal of it.”
All emotion disappeared from his face and he took a deep breath through his nose. “I know what you’re trying to do.” His eyes unfocused for a moment, lost in thought. “I’ll just have to prove it to you, then.” His eyes narrowed as he looked into my eyes, determined as he was before one of his fights. “If you think I’m just going to go back to fucking around, you’re wrong. I don’t want anyone else. You wanna be friends? Fine, we’re friends. But you and I both know that what happened wasn’t just sex.”
He stormed past me and I closed my eyes, exhaling the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. Travis glanced back at me and then continued to his next class. An escaping tear fell down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away. The curious stares of my classmates targeted my back as I plodded to class.
Parker was on the second row, and I slid into the desk next to him.
A grin stretched across his face. “I’m looking forward to tonight.”
I took a breath and smiled, trying to change gears from my conversation with Travis. “What’s the plan?”
“Well, I’m all settled in my apartment. I thought we’d have dinner there.”
“I’m looking forward to tonight, too,” I said, trying to convince myself.
With America’s refusal to help, Kara was a reluctant assistant to aid me in choosing a dress for my date with Parker. As soon as I pulled it on over my head, I yanked it off and slipped on a pair of jeans instead. After brooding about my failed plan all afternoon, I couldn’t talk myself into dressing up. Keeping the cool weather in mind, I pulled on a thin ivory cashmere sweater over a brown tank top, and waited by the door. When Parker’s shiny Porsche pulled in front of Morgan, I pushed my way out the door before he had time to make it up the walk.
“I was going to come get you,” he said, disappointed as he held open the door.
“Then I saved you a trip,” I said, buckling my seat belt.
He slid in beside me and leaned over, touching each side of my face, kissing me with his plush, soft lips. “Wow,” he breathed, “I’ve missed your mouth.”
His breath was minty, his cologne smelled incredible, his hands were warm and soft, and he looked fantastic in his jeans and green dress shirt, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. That excitement I had in the beginning was noticeably absent, and I silently cursed Travis for taking that away.
I forced a smile. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
His apartment was exactly as I had imagined: immaculate, with expensive electronics in every corner, and most likely decorated by his mother.
“So? What do you think?” he said, grinning like a child showing off a new toy.
“It’s great,” I nodded.
His expression changed from playful to intimate, and he pulled me into his arms, kissing my neck. Every muscle in my body tensed. I wanted to be anywhere than in that apartment.
My cell phone rang, and I offered him an apologetic smile before answering.
“How’s the date goin’, Pidge?”
I turned my back to Parker and whispered into the phone. “What do you need, Travis?” I tried to make my tone sharp, but it was softened by my relief to hear his voice.
“I wanna go bowling tomorrow. I need my partner.”
“Bowling? You couldn’t have called me later?” I felt like a hypocrite for saying the words, knowing I had hoped for an excuse to keep Parker’s lips off of me.
“How am I supposed to know when you’re gonna get done? Oh. That didn’t come out right …” he trailed off, sounding amused with himself.
“I’ll call you tomorrow and we can talk about it then, okay?”
“No, it’s not okay. You said you wanna be friends, but we can’t hang out?” I rolled my eyes, and Travis huffed. “Don’t roll your eyes at me. Are you coming or not?”
“How did you know I rolled my eyes? Are you stalking me?” I asked, noting the drawn curtains.