“I didn’t lie,” I defend.
“Give me my phone back.” Mikayla quirks a brow and holds out her hand.
“No.” I place it over the doorway out of her reach.
“You’re being…” She begins then stomps her foot.
“I’m being what?” I ask, lifting my brow, challenging her to finish that sentence.
Instead of answering, she turns and slams the spare room door in my face. I hear the lock click into place.
Shit!
“Mikayla!” I yell, banging my fist against the door.
No response.
“Mikayla!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Still nothing.
I shove away from the door and pace back and forth. I can’t tell her what I was thinking! Nothing good can come from it! She’ll freak out if I tell her I think I’m in love with her. Or, she’ll be insulted and upset because she’ll think all I want is sex.
She’s right that we aren’t ready to live together yet. I need to figure out exactly how I feel.
I know how I feel; I think as I pace back and forth. I know how I fucking feel! I growl and punch the air in frustration because I don’t fucking trust myself.
I turn in time to see Mikayla carrying a chair over to my door. She puts it down and climbs up on it to grab her phone. In two steps,I grab the phone and lift her into my arms.
“Caine, clearly you’re having second thoughts. Please be an adult about this, put me down and let me go.”
She won’t look at me.
“This is the dumbest fight I’ve ever had!” I yell out in frustration.
“Let me go,” she whispers hoarsely.
“No!”
“Let me go!” Her voice is steely now, low and angry. And from what I’ve already learned, she’s close to tears.
Fuck it!
“I was wondering how someone can tell the difference between love and lust,” I blurt out before I lose the courage.
I don’t let her go, I don’t put her down, and I don’t give her the phone back. I’m no fool. Mikayla is a flight risk.
“Have you ever been in love before?” She lifts her brows, her eyes imploring me.
“No,” I tell her honestly.
“Have you ever felt lust before?”
My brow furrows and I frown. I don’t want to discuss my past sex life with her. She already knows enough about me. I don’t need to paint a picture of just how much of an asshole I am or have been.
“Franklin,” she says in warning.
