His lips parted then closed again. His eyes fell to his hands before he lifted his gaze and focused it on me. “Do you need glasses?”
“I—What? No.”
“Alright, then how come you don’t see me standing right in front of you?”
“I see you.”
“Uh-huh. Okay. You’re dense then.”
“WHAT?!” I take it back. Eden would totally insult me. I mean, he just did.
He held up both of his hands. “You’re acting stupid right now, not me.”
“We were talking about how you’re fucking with me, Eden,” I spoke harshly.
“I’m not. I wish I were fucking you, but?—”
“Oh my God. Stop saying stuff like that!” My hands balled into fists on either side of my body. “You don’t mean it!”
Eden looked up at the ceiling, his chest rising as he took a deep breath. “What makes you think I don’t mean it?” he asked, sounding surprisingly calm this time. “It’s a genuine question, Alana. I’m standing here, telling you that you’re hot and I’d totally fuck you—scratch that, I said I’d date you. Yet, you’re here trying to tell me I’m lying. Why the fuck would I lie about that?”
His eyes looked serious, confused even.
“Because there’s no way you could mean it,” I replied, my head lowering.
“Why not?”
“Guys like?—”
He groaned. “Guys like me can’t possibly think someone like you is hot. Blah. Blah. You said that before. I disagreed. Give me a new argument.”
I stayed quiet.
I had no other arguments. I liked my personality, and I always believed that if it weren’t for my body, more people would’ve actually liked me. My body was the traitor. My body was the problem.
Unless… maybe my head was the problem.
Eden stepped closer again, taking my hand gently. “You really think I’m joking?”
I swallowed. “I think you say things you don’t mean.”
His jaw tightened slightly. “Then feel it.”
Before I could even think about what he said, he lowered our joined hands between us.
I had the chance to pull away before I touched him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
My breath spiraled out of my lungs, fingers trying not to move as his way too firm dick pressed against my palm.
Why did I think dicks were softer than that?
He felt so… hard.
“And why exactly am I touching your penis?”
“Because you did this to me. Because the sight of you in that stupid skirt is driving me insane, and you’d never believe me otherwise.”
“Did wha—” I gasped as I finally realized, and I immediately pulled my hand away. “Oh, God.”
