“Yeah just to catch up.”
She stares at me.
I stare back.
Sighing heavily, she moves aside so I can enter. I follow her into her kitchen and sit down in front of her as she pulls out a donut and takes a bite.
She moans, “These are so good, where did you buy them from?”
“It’s a secret,” I reply, staring at the sugar on her lips. I’m not telling her so now she has to come to me if she wants them. Ingenious plan I know.
She puts the half eaten treat down and licks her fingers. “To what do I owe this visit Saxon?”
“Friends visit all the time,” I say casually. “Sometimes they even drop by unexpectedly.”
She grins at me. “With yummy food.”
I bob my head. “Sometimes.”
“No plans tonight?” she asks with a tilt of her head.
“Nope, how about yourself?” I ask, even though I already know they had nothing planned tonight because Lexi told me.
She points down to her outfit, blue track pants and a thin white singlet top. “Just chilling at home with movies and popcorn.”
“Sounds good to me,” I say, grabbing a donut and taking a bite. “You make the popcorn, I’ll put the first movie on.”
She purses her lips and narrows her eyes at me. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” I reply, smirking at her.
“You don’t have a groupie to bone or something tonight?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.
“Nope, tonight I’m all yours,” I reply, ignoring her comment. “Lounge room? Or should we watch movies in your bed?”
“Lounge room,” she says instantly, eyes widening as soon as I mention the word bed.
I hide my grin and navigate through her apartment. The place is tidy and uncluttered but has a warm, welcoming feeling to it. Her couch is black and looks extremely comfortable, with large red pillows on it.
“What are we watching?” I ask her as she stands there, watching me in her space.
She points to a pile of DVDs. “You choose something, I’m going to make the popcorn.”
She leaves the room, and I choose the top movie on the pile, which happens to be V for Vendetta. Tee walks back into the room a few minutes later with a large bowl of popcorn and two bottles of water. She stares at the screen and nods in approval. “Good choice.”
The movie starts to play, and we sit side by side watching it. My thigh touches her thigh, and she quickly moves hers away. I reach my hand into the bowl, and our fingers touch. I can’t resist running my thumb across her delicate wrist. She pulls hers away and shoots me a scowl. “Fingers to yourself buddy.”
I laugh at her cute expression. “It was an accident.”
“Uh huh, I’ll bet,” she replies, licking the butter off her index finger.
I shift in my seat, trying to quickly adjust myself. Fuck she’s hot. Her eyes aren’t on me, but mine are on her. I don’t know what it is about her really. Maybe I just need to get her out of my system or maybe it’s more. I don’t really know—but I intend to find out. I haven’t been this into a girl since… Yeah. Not going there. Lexi was my first love, but Tee, she could be something else. Something more. If only she wasn’t so damn stubborn.
“Are you going to stare at me the whole movie? It’s a little f**king creepy,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I like looking at you,” I admit to her.
“Are you turning into one of those rock stars with weird quirky habits?” she asks, throwing a piece of popcorn at me.
“Maybe,” I reply, my lip curving.
She looks at me, her face blank. “New rule. Quit the staring. Watch the movie.”
My lip twitches. “I guess I can do that.”
She sighs heavily. “Are you always this high maintenance?”
“What?” I ask, laughing at her.
She waves her hand in the air, like that’s an answer.
“Yeah, that’s not an answer,” I let her know.
She stands, and I can’t help but check out her perfect round ass.
“I’m getting some ice-cream, do you want some?” she asks, her hips swaying enticingly with every step as she retreats to the kitchen.
“Yes please,” I call out.
She returns with two bowls and hands me one.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” she replies.
“What are you doing next weekend?” I ask her around a mouthful of chocolate ice-cream.
“Why?” she asks.
“I thought maybe you’d like to come to one of our concerts? I could fly you out—”
“No thanks,” she replies, cutting me off.
“Why not?” I ask, frowning.
She shrugs both her shoulders. “I have plans.”
That’s not the only reason, and we both know it.
“Plans with who?” I ask curiously. If she has a date, I don’t know how well I’ll handle it. Why is she so difficult? She just needs to stop fighting and give in. Things would be so much easier.
The words Tenielle and easy do not go together.
“Dude, we just became friends. Stop acting like you have the right to ask me stuff like that,” she blurts out, eyebrows furrowed.
Fuck.
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” I reply. “I want you, and sometimes I forget…”
Forget that she doesn’t want me back. Well she does, she just doesn’t want to admit it. She’s so deep in denial, she has her own brand of it. I want to push, but I know now isn’t the time. Yet.