“You need to get out of my head!” After I say it I realize this isn’t going as planned. I am rattled and I am never rattled. I am generally cool as a cucumber, always in control. Until now, which only adds fuel to my raging fire.
“What?”
“I never asked for this,” I yell at him, “but damnit you are there and it’s driving me crazy.” Aaron stares at me like I’ve lost my damn mind, and maybe I have.
“I’m where?” he asks with a brow arched.
“In my head, in my kitchen, my shower, my bed.” I throw my hands up in the air, frustration coursing through me like an uncontrollable inferno. “You’re everywhere and I just need you to stop.”
He chuckles. “Babe I think I’d remember being in your kitchen, and I know without a doubt I’d remember the shower and the bed.”
I simply glare at him, words racing in my mind, though I can’t form one single sentence.
“All I’m saying is those are memories I wouldn’t forget.”
“Metaphorically or imaginatively.” He still seems confused, and I’ll admit I am too. “Damnit I don’t know but you are there.”
It truly pisses me off that I can’t let it go and that he is in my head even when he’s not even near.
“Why don’t you come inside and let’s talk?” He holds out his hand and still smiles like he’s won.
“No,” I say. “You have not won.”
“Won what?”
“Stop smiling.” I step forward and feel some weird spike of adrenaline the closer we become. So I step back, like that is going to magically make it subside. “You haven’t won,” I say, because I’m doing that now. I am having a conversation with my own thoughts.
“You.” I take a deep breath. “I’m leaving.”
“Are you sure?” Why does he have to be so good-looking?
“No,” I say before I can stop myself. “But I am doing it anyway.”
Without another thought I turn around and walk back to my Jeep. Pausing as I reach out to climb up inside I glance back at him.
“This,” I wave my finger between the two of us, “it would never work. In the end it will explode and there will be nothing but anger and hate in its path. I am not the kind of girl any guy brings home to his mother.”
I don’t wait for him to respond, instead I climb up inside and close the door. Looking through the windshield I see Aaron hasstepped down off his porch and is paused, staring at me from the edge of his driveway.
I know I have two choices here, but I choose the one I always lean toward.
I run!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Aaron
“Where’s Kendall?”I ask Adley because if anyone knows it’s her. The two of them are like two people sharing one attitude, they are always aware of the other’s moves.
“I thought maybe you knew.” She gives me a questioning look, like I’m hiding something.
“I assume you know she showed up at my place last Tuesday night?” Adley only nods. “She yelled at me, for what I still am not quite clear on. Apparently I am in her head, her kitchen, and her bed.”
“Um, what?”
“Like I said, I’m not sure. Those were her words and she didn’t really give me a whole lot of room for input. I listened, offered to have her come inside so we could talk. She refused and left.”
“Well.” Adley shrugs with a laugh. “Stay out of her head then.”
