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“Other than the soaking hair, I still remember your stupid traditions, so it was an easy assumption.”
Traditions he used to participate in, one that he started.
“They’re not stupid.”
He gave me a sideways stare and raised his eyebrows. “Maybe not to you.”
I ignored the attempted insult as I slid off the counter and poured the rest of my ingredients into the pot, stirring it all together.
“Almond cocoa?” Bennett questioned.
I kept stirring and then felt obligated to ask, “Did you want some, or. . .?”
“I’m not twelve anymore—”
“Clearly,” I snapped.
“—So I’ll pass on the liquid sugar.”
My blood was beginning to boil just like the milk in the pot. Why was he even in here? He hated talking to me.
I sighed, asking the question on my mind, “What do you want, Bennett?”
“Who said I wanted anything, Rhiannon?” he asked sarcastically.
Here we go. So much for my alone time.
“Okay, then why are you in here?” I was growing annoyed, and I knew he could sense it.
He smirked. “Can it not simply be because I want to talk to you?”
“We both know that’s bullshit.”
“If my memory serves me correctly, it’s you who has been ignoring me.”
I rolled my eyes as I grabbed a plain white mug from one of the cabinets and began to pour the liquid into the cup. When the mug was full, I brought it to my nose, breathing in the glorious scent. I sipped it slowly and it slightly burned my tongue. I brought myself back up to sit on the counter and felt the tension in my shoulders slip away with each sip.
When I looked up from my mug and noticed Bennett staring at me, I couldn’t help but ask, “Are you feeling left out that you weren’t invited to the lake, or something?”
His head tilted back and laughed, holding a hand to his chest. “You seriously think I felt left out for not swimming in the lake?”
“Yeah,” I said honestly, shrugging my shoulders as I brought the hot liquid back my lips.
“Rhiannon, you couldn’t pay me all the money in the world to step into that disgusting water again. Plus, I think I’d rather spend my time with people who don’t still act like children.”
I shrugged again and said, “It sounds to me like you’re jealous of the fun we have.”
“Jealous?” he asked, his eyes becoming sharp as knives. “The only thing I would possibly be jealous of is missing the opportunity to see Amica with hardly any clothes on.” He looked out the window, avoiding my eyes.
I wasn’t sure why, but my heart fell into my stomach and beat a little lower as my ears became hot. Why did he want to see Amica in her swimwear? Did he like her? Not that it mattered, because I didn’t care who he liked or didn’t like.
I don’t know what caused me to say it, but I couldn’t stop myself before the words came out. “Well then, I’m sure you’ll be disappointed to hear that we actually weren’t wearing anything.”
He whipped his head to me. “You weren’t wearing anything?”
Confused at the cold look in his eyes, I said, “Nope.”
“But my brother and Mendex were there!” Fire lit behind his eyes. “They could have seen you!”
