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I always notice tits, ass and curves. But I couldn’t tell you any chick’s eye color from the club. But Aspyn…she's not like other women.
“So?”
“What’s your type?”
I shake my head. “You’re like a dog with a bone, has anyone ever told you that?”
She smiles triumphantly. “Actually, yes, they have.”
I sigh. “I already told you…”
“But you told Cash I wasn’t your type, so that indicates that you do, in fact, have one.” She won’t let it go.
“Nope. Just said that so he’d get off my back.”
“I’m not completely repulsive to you then?”
My lips part. “Why would you say somethin’ like that?”
She shrugs. “No reason. I just honestly wondered if a guy like you only went for racy women.”
“Racy is overrated.”
She looks down at her food. “Yeah, I guess it is.”
“Aspyn?” She glances up at me. “There is nothin’ wrong with how you look. You’re hot. But this…” I flick my finger between us. “This can’t happen.”
Her cheeks flush. “I didn’t… That’s not what I meant!”
I run a hand through my hair.
Why do women always have to get angry and inevitably shout at me? I’m just trying to do the right thing.
I can’t tell her that she is exactly my type, even with the platinum hair that washes her out and takes away from her pretty eyes. I can’t tell her that her body is smoking hot and I’ve wondered for the last few hours how a guy like fuckface Dylan should be the one to enjoy it.
I can’t tell her that she isn’t just pretty, she’s absolutely stunning. There is nothing she has to change for that asswipe, or anyone else, for that matter.
But I keep my mouth shut.
“Okay, we’re good then.”
She stares at me with humiliation on her face. “You’re just like the rest of them.”
I open my mouth, realizing I’ve embarrassed her, and that wasn’t my intention.
I just don’t want her crushing on me, making things all the more awkward.
I also question my own hypocritical thoughts because I haven’t been able to keep a straight thought in my head since I caught her suitcase off the baggage claim.
She slides out from the breakfast bar.
“Aspyn…” I start. “I didn’t mean it like that…”
She stomps away, cussing at me as I let out a deep sigh.
I can never be myself. I always have to think about people’s fuckin’ feelings. And I wasn’t even intending to be an asshole.
Maybe I should take a page out of Tag’s book and be stone faced to everyone and grunt one-word replies.
