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“None.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.” I nod. “My number is zero.”
“Ever been kissed?” His gaze drops to my lips as he leans his body closer to mine, our shoulders brushing.
That brief contact sends a scattering of tingles up my arm.
“Yes,” I admit, my voice soft. “A few times. Briefly.”
“No full-on makeout sessions?”
“Why are you so interested in how long I’ve kissed someone?” This is embarrassing. I should’ve had a beer. At least that would’ve given me a little liquid courage.
“Want me to be honest?”
“No.”
Rhett ignores my answer. “You look like a girl who hasn’t been kissed much.”
My lips part and my throat goes dry. “Is that an insult?”
“Just an observation. Definitely not an insult. You have a sweet, innocent way about you.”
Oh God.
Oh.
God.
I know he didn’t mean it as an insult, but it kind of felt like one.
I jump to my feet, eager to get out of here. “I need to go.”
He tilts his head back, his expression confused. “Where are you going?”
“Anywhere but here.”
I leave him where he sits, determined to head back to my dorm suite and be done with this night once and for all, but by the time I’m rounding the front of the old ruins, I can hear Rhett shouting my name as he chases after me. I can feel him draw closer.
It’s no shock at all when I feel his long fingers clamp around my upper arm, and I go easily when he spins me around to face him.
“What the hell, Lancaster? Why’d you run like that?”
“I hated what you said to me,” I admit, my voice low. I cross my arms in front of me yet again, cold once more.
“What? About you not being kissed much?”
That wasn’t the worst part.
“When I called you sweet? Every girl I know wants to be called that.” He sounds frustrated with me, but he’s still here. Talking to me. I take that as a good sign.
“The innocent part,” I tell him. “I just—I don’t know. It set me off.”
“I’ll say.” He practically snorts. “You stormed off like a snake bit your ass and you needed to see a doctor, stat.”
I roll my eyes. Sometimes he says crazy stuff. “I don’t want to be known as a sweet, innocent girl. I just spent a year abroad, drinking wine and learning about art. Growing up and doing things on my own, you know? But here, I’m the same person I was before. You didn’t even know me then, and you described me exactly how everyone else sees me.”
