He lowered his eyebrows slightly.
"I like what you've done with your room." Are those handcuffs on his bedpost?
He lifted his arm and put his hand on the doorframe to block my view. "Thanks."
"Why did you lie to me about Connor? Jackson told me that Connor doesn't really sleep around."
"I guess I was just rambling."
"It doesn't seem like you ever ramble."
He shrugged.
"Why don't you want me to date Connor?" I didn't really want to hook up with Connor, but I wanted to know Rory's reasoning. I needed to know if he liked me, because this tension was driving me crazy.
"Well, if you two dated and then broke up, things would be awkward here."
"Right." I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but I found his abs really distracting. "No other reason?"
"Look, Keira, you're a cool girl. Hell, I don't know any other girls that would have joined in on our Nerf battle."
"Thanks."
"And I don't want to fuck this up. I'll follow your rules. And I know that I can't stop you from hooking up with my friends. I'll revoke the rule if that's what you want."
"That's not what I want."
I saw his Adam's apple rise and fall. "So what do you want?"
You! I could feel myself gaping at him. I bit my lip. I wanted to tell him to forget about our pact. I wanted so badly to kiss him.
He smiled at me. "Look, it's late. I'm going to get some sleep."
"Right. Of course. Goodnight."
I stepped back and he closed his door in my face. That was weird. I walked back to my room and climbed into my bed. It definitely seemed like he liked me.
***
I heard movement in the kitchen. I glanced at my alarm clock. It was 7 a.m. I was still tired, but I had an idea. And I didn't want to miss this opportunity. I got out of bed and put on a lacy push-up bra and a pair of matching panties. I walked out of my room and into the kitchen before I could chicken out.
Rory had his back to me. He was wearing just his boxers and cooking something on the stove. It smelled amazing.
"Good morning," I said and walked toward the fridge.
"Hey, Keira." He didn't turn around to look at me. "Do you want some pancakes?"
"Absolutely. Thanks." I sat down at the kitchen counter and admired the muscles on his back. Every time he flipped a pancake his muscles would awaken. I could watch him cook all day.
When he finally turned around, he didn't even seem to notice that I was just in my sexiest underwear. Notice me! He put down a stack of pancakes in front of me and sat down on the stool next to me.
"These are really good," I said.
"Well, I am a chef," he said and smiled at me.
We continued to eat in silence. Now I just felt awkward. I thought he'd find this sexy and alluring. But he didn't even notice. Or maybe he thought it was awkward.
"Where are your clothes?" he finally asked as he took another bite.