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So I shoved.
“Among other things,” I said.
“Like what?”
“You’ve got a reputation for being an asshole, Adrien.”
“Do you believe everything you read on the internet?”
“When something’s that prominent and widespread, there’s usually some truth to it,” I retorted. “Plus the fact that I’ve experienced it firsthand, and that I’ve had to watch my sister suffer through your bullshit for years.”
“She never… I’m not a mind reader, Ria.”
“No. You’re just selfish, arrogant, and a shitty human being to boot.”
I braced myself.Here we go.
He was going to pull away, storm out of the room, and leave me to pack my shit and make my escape in peace.
“Bullshit.”
I blinked at the rain-splattered window I’d been staring at. “What?”
“Bullshit, Sanchez.”
“On what?”
“On all of it. On whatever you’re trying to do right now. Bullshit. It’s all an excuse.”
I shot a glance back at him. He was smirking, looking down at me like my skin was see-through.
A sensation akin to panic sprouted in my stomach as I slithered out of his embrace, taking the flat sheet with me so I could wrap it around my body before I stood up. Then I gathered my clothes from the floor and slipped into the bathroom without a word.
Adrien didn’t say anything, nor did he make any move to stop me. Which was fine.
Great.
Exactly what I’d wanted.
I stepped into the scalding hot shower, turned off my brain, and gave myself five minutes to scrub down. I really needed to catch that flight.
* * *
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Adrien was still on the bed, but he’d put on a pair of gray sweats and was scrolling through his phone.
He glanced up at me, brows ticking with an unspoken question. Either because he didn’t know what I was talking about, or because I was dripping all over the carpet.
“Do you have something against drying off after a shower, Sanchez?”
“Don’t be annoying,” I said, clutching the towel wrapped around my torso like my life depended on it.
The rest of me was still soaked, and there was a small chance I still had shampoo suds lurking in my hair, mascara smudged under my eyes.
“I don’t understand what you meant by the bullshit comment,” I said.
“And it couldn’t wait until you washed all the shampoo out of your hair?”
