“Ah, no thanks,” I mutter.
Rob tugs on my hand, and I reluctantly follow him up the stairs to his room. It’s neater than I would have expected, but it is the first day of classes. Given a few weeks, and I bet it’ll be a lot messier.
Unless he keeps it clean for appearance purposes for all of the girls he brings up here.
He doesn’t close the door behind us, which just reinforces the idea that we’re alone and will be for a long, long time. More than long enough for us to do what Rob clearly has in mind.
I watch as he sits on the edge of the bed and then lies back. His bulge is evident, and I glance away.
“You said we would talk,” I remind him.
Rob chuckles. “I said we need to fix things, and we can.” He sits up just enough that he can pat beside him. “Come here.”
Fix things. That is what he had said. He hadn’t mentioned talking at all, but my mind had immediately gone to talking things through.
Typical. The girl wants to talk to work things out, but the guy thinks the fix is to just use sex as a Band-Aid.
I glance away as he rubs himself through his pants, maybe trying to get more comfortable.
The bed groans, and he climbs off and walks over to me. He tenderly cups my face and goes to kiss me.
I almost give in. A part of me wants to, but I put up my hand to block his kiss just in time.
“All you want is sex,” I whisper.
Rob steps back and holds out his arms. “What did you think, Katie?”
“I thought… We should talk…”
“Talking ruins us. We proved that earlier.”
“There is no us.”
“There can be.”
“What? We’ll just fuck like rabbits all the time? Never talk? That’s… No. If all you want is sex, then I’m out. It’s done. Whatever it was that was between us… We talked on the cruise ship!”
“We flirted on the cruise ship, and we can flirt here too. We also had sex on the cruise ship, and we can here too.”
“Just because we can doesn’t mean we will,” I hiss.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asks, exasperated. “I swear that when you realized you plowed into me—”
“It was an accident!”
“I don’t give a damn about that. What I care about is that you started to treat me like shit, and here I am, willing to give you another chance—”
“Another chance to have you fill a condom inside me so I don’t have to be soaked in your cum?”
“All I want—”
“What about what I want?”
“Jesus Christ, you’re going to be all clingy now?”
“That’s just it,” I say coolly. “You’re the clingy one, not me. I want to go.”
“Then fucking go,” he spits out. “I thought we had something. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and that’s… Fucking hell. Forget it. Just go.”