He tilts his head. “You went downstairs. Without me.” He states it like a fact.
“You were preoccupied,” I snapped.
I didn’t know that at the time, but for some ridiculous reason it bothers me and it’s all I got right now.
“You could have come and got me.”
A strained laugh bursts from my mouth. “Oh yeah, just popped my head in and asked you to take a break banging Pamala Anderson in there so you could take me to get a sandwich. No thanks.” I shake my head and set up.
“I mean, I wouldn’t have stopped, but I would have made it quick.” His lip twitched as he tried to hide his smirk.
“I am not having this conversation.” I slide off the bed and walk across the room like I can actually escape or something. My bare toes are curling into the carpet and my palms are getting sweaty. I hate how he makes me feel. It’s his stupid beautiful face and those stupid tattooed arms. It’s irritating.
I sigh. “Thank you.” I wave my hand. “Y’all didn’t have to do all of this. I'll probably be back at the apartment in a week or two anyway.”
He stands up, his tall body making me crane my neck as he gets closer. “I don’t think you understand the severity of this situation Tanner. You are not going back for a while.”
I frown. “You know I still have six weeks of school left. I can’t just stay locked up in this room every day.”
He rubs a hand down his face. “I'll have Skittles take you and pick you up. You can still finish like normal.”
Well at least I get to ride on a bike again.
I nod. “Okay that’s fine.” I smile. “I’m actually looking forward to riding on a bike again.”
“You are not riding on his bike.” The aversion to the idea was not subtle in his voice. He stepped closer, invading my space with his intoxicating scent. I can’t quite decipher what it is, but it’s a mixture of spice and leather. “You don’t ride on anyone's bike but mine.”
I stare up at him, trying to read his face. “Why?”
I can see his jaw flex as he takes a step back. His eyes glance over to my dresser where my phone sits. He reaches for it, typing something in before he tosses it on my bed.
“Text me next time you need anything. I'll make sure I’m not preoccupied.”
Then he turns and leaves.
Well that wasn’t cryptic at all.