“Yeah.” She sulks. “But I still don’t want to talk to you.”
“You can still use my body heat to calm down.”
“You’d allow yourself to be used?”
“By you? Absolutely.” And I mean that shit. If this woman asks me to cut my chest open and show her the organ she’s asked for, I’d rip it from its tendons and lay it at her feet.
All the other bullshit she asked for won’t be happening, though.
It’s simply impossible.
Her neck reddens, and I swear she’s blushing, probably touched, but then she lets her loathsome mouth take over. “Still doesn’t give you the right to kidnap me.”
“Didn’t you want more from me? I’m taking you to meet my parents.”
Her gaze strays sideways, and I hate it when she breaks eye contact. I have to see her all the time, and she’s never shied away from me, so when she breaks our connection, I feel a weird sense of loss.
As if feeling the change, her gaze slowly meets mine again. “How many have you tried this trick on?”
“You’re the first.”
“Am I supposed to feel special that I beat all the girls—and apparentlyboys?”
“Five out of five highly recommended, and don’t be homophobic. Doesn’t look well with the rest of your morals.”
“Homophobia has nothing to do with this. I’m just thinking if maybe I’ll find you with a man or a woman in bed in the future.”
“Probably both at the same time.” When she pales, I add. “That was a joke.”
“I thought you don’t joke.”
“I do with you.”
She places a hand on my shoulder, probably for balance, but I choose to think that she also wants to be touching me in some way—the way I am with her.
“Are you bisexual?”
“Nikolai is.”
“And you? Are you attracted to men?”
“Not really. I was attracted to any holes available. Gender didn’t matter.”
“Was?”
“It’s been months since I didn’t care for sex in general, whether with men or women. They were all getting repetitive, bland, and painfully dull.”
“Until you found me,” she whispers.
“Until I found you. On the top of that cliff, you looked so innocent and naive, I wanted to tarnish you in some way, ruin that apparent innocence and see what was behind it.”
“Aren’t you the romantic one?”
“You think?”
“I give up.” She releases a sigh. “I obviously can’t win with you.”
If only she knew how wrong that statement is. It’s more like I haven’t been able to win ever since she came into my life.