Frowning, I study her eyes. No fear. No panic. Just… I
don’t know what that is in her eyes, to be honest.
“Why did you pretend to be your sister? To dump me?”
This time, she looks surprised.
“How did you—”
“I’m friends with Kode Sterling,” I interrupt, feeling my lips twitch when an array of emotions crosses her eyes. First there’s confusion, then I see a flicker of surprise, annoyance, and a touch of resignation. She finally groans while covering her face and cursing.
“You have to be kidding me. You’re friends with Kode?” she asks, the words muffled by her hands.
Smiling, I keep running my hand up and down her leg, half wondering why she just kissed me, and why she’s letting me continue to touch her like this.
“It’s a small, small world,” I tell her.
She drops her hands and peeks at me from under her long, dark lashes. When she draws that bottom lip between her teeth, I resist the urge to pull it into my mouth.
“How long have you known?”
No denial. No panic. No arguing or freaking out. It’s like she knew that I knew and has been waiting for this.
“Since the day after we got here.”
This time, she does look surprised. “That long?”
I nod slowly, watching her reaction. “So what was with the naked sleeping?” she asks, still confused.
My lips twitch as I slide up a little, moving to be on top of her better. I groan when my cock presses against her warmth, and she sucks in a sharp breath. I just meant to adjust to get more comfortable, but now I’m in pain. Fucking timing. Horrible, horrible timing.
It’s a damn good thing we both still have on some semblance of clothing.
“I wanted to fuck with you a little to find out why you were doing it.”
She looks hurt at first, and I admit it makes me feel like shit. Why? I don’t know. If anything, I’ve been the victim. Yet I feel like the bad guy.
“So all the sexual pressure—”
“Was me being a jerk,” I confess.
Her lips purse as she thinks that over, and she toys with my shirt while staring at it. Why am I still on top of her? My dick is asking the same damn question.
“Why didn’t you call me out?” she asks, still playing with my shirt and studying her own movements.
“Like I said, I wanted to find out your motives.”
She looks up and drops my shirt. Her hands go to her stomach and rest there as she stares up at me and holds my gaze. Yeah, seeing her under me, keeping eye contact, and seeming so vulnerable… I’m not doing my cock any favors.
“I had no motives, other than I didn’t want to cancel on you last minute.” She frowns. “Well, I didn’t want her to cancel on you last minute, I guess I should say. I thought she’d swap places with me, but she…”
She lets her words trail off, and she closes her lips like she decides against finishing that sentence.
“But she wouldn’t,” I finish for her. “Because Bora doesn’t give a damn about canceling something like this at the last minute. Right? However, you’re not Bora.”
“Bora’s not a bad person,” she immediately defends.
“Didn’t say she was. Selfish? Yes. Not bad.”