Page 41 of Sour Notes

“Swayze, what the fuck?”

“What’s up, Angel?” He looks at me blankly and shrugs.

Oh my god, I want to smack that smirk right off his face.

“Fuck you. Don’t toy with me.”

“Aren’t you toying with me?” Smirk still firmly in place, he cocks an eyebrow at me.

“No! How the hell am I toying with you?” I sputter out in outrage, horniness and frustration fueling my anger.

His expression hardens when he glares at me, looking equal parts sinfully hot and dangerous.

“You would see it that way,” he pushes off the wall and walks into the kitchen without a second glance.

“Swayze, we need to talk about this.”

I scramble after him and find him opening two beers before handing me one.

“No shit, we definitely need to talk.”

9

SWAYZE

“What the hell was that, Swayze?” Mia’s angry gaze spears me from across the kitchen.

What was that?

That was a man pushed to his limits.

A man who thought you spent the last week fucking someone else, only to get thrown into a tailspin tonight.

A man so fucked up over your kisses, he needs to know he can make you feel something too.

“I was testing a theory.”

Her violet eyes flash with fury, but at this point I'm pretty sure I’m just as entitled to be annoyed with the stunt she pulled tonight. Some part of me probably is every time I think about how quickly she rejected the idea of a date with me but so easily dropped the boyfriend bomb in front of both our families.

Okay, so I am a little pissed.

Dragging my hand through my hair to ease some of the tension, I glare at her. She’s already got that look, fingers poised mid-air, ready to refute me.

“What was that tonight, Mia? Why the hell would you put us on the spot like that and lie to our families? You do realize we have to see them again, and a whole lot in the next month for that matter too. We can’t just disappear and say, see you at Christmas.”

She winces at my tone, her thick waves falling in front of her face while she gazes up at me from under long, dark lashes. Color creeps into her golden cheeks, as she sinks her teeth into her plump bottom lip.

Fuck, she’s pretty.

No, Wolff. Are you new? What the fuck, bro?

“I’m sorry, ‘Ze. I panicked. When I saw that creep, I just didn’t know what to say.” She holds my gaze imploringly, staring straight into my soul.

I could so easily fold for this woman.

I want to.

But I can’t.