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I was silent because the dinner the other night had been the first time. Not that I hadn’t been invited, I just…
I liked my space, my privacy…and I hated town and all the people in it, except for Roger and Millie, but even the idea of being in their home made me anxious.
Rae shook her head. “That’s what I thought. Well, thanks for the coffee, and for…”—her tone took on a sarcastic ring—“helping me.”
“Did I do something to make you hate me?” I asked, not able to hold in my own scoff, because this was bullshit. “Because the way you treated me at dinner, and now this…I have to wonder what the fuck I did to make you so angry.”
Walking toward the front door, her dark hair swaying with the movement, my eyes managed to betray me and drop to her ass.
“No, you did nothing… I’m just glad I’m home now, so I can talk some sense into my parents regarding the hermit up in the mountains.”
What the fuck?
Now I was practically chasing her to keep in step with her.
“Hey.” I placed my hand on the screen frame right as she tugged on it, my posture blocking her exit. This was just a repeat of what we’d done the other night, her saying shit and running away and me not able to let her.
“You don’t know anything about our relationship, or me—and while we’re on the subject, let’s talk about how you’re stressing your parents out.” My voice shuddered from the anger fraying my nerves.
She turned her red face my way, her blue eyes sharp, her lips thin. “What are you talking about?”
“You lied about how bad things were in New York, and now you’re being a snobby bitch to the important people in their life, stressing them out.”
I didn’t actually know if she’d lied about New York, but Roger had implied as much.
Tears gleamed in her eyes as her lip curled in disgust.
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you back,” I snapped, although my voice came out raspier than I intended. My eyes were unable to stop tracking the movement of her lips, or how close we were standing to one another.
Her gaze fixated on my mouth, like mine had with hers.
Her chest rose and fell in heavy rhythm, and if she placed her hand over my heart, she’d realize mine was doing the same.
The silence expanded, stretched, and nearly exploded as we stared at one another, and through her stare I felt something so familiar. Instead of wanting to kick her out on her ass, like I would every other person, I wanted to shut and lock the door with her inside.
“Great, glad we got that out of the way. How about you stay away from me, and I’ll stay away from you,” she whispered in return and turned her face toward the screen door.
Her hand jerked on the metal handle, but mine was still above her, boxing her in, and I wasn’t going to move.
Not until I had a few more seconds of this charged electricity with her. It was the most alive I had felt in…well, ever.
“Stay. Have another cup of coffee,” I whispered, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear.
Her head turned, her lips parted, and those eyes were wide.
“You can’t be serious, you just—”
I did something stupid then.
Something I knew I’d regret.
But she was burning under my skin. So, I leaned down with my hand above her head and slammed my mouth to hers.
The rain poured as I held the door in place with one hand and grabbed her waist and pulled her against me with the other.
She let out a small sound, but it wasn’t a protest because her head slanted to the side, and she moved her lips against mine in a quick, erotic cadence that seemed to match the pounding of the rain.
