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"Ah. I thought it might have been your lips."
"What do you mean?" I asked him, confused.
"You're always wearing that strawberry lip gloss."
"Oh, yeah. I didn't realize you'd noticed."
"I notice everything, Rosalie," he said.
"Well, good for you. But don't do that again."
"Don't do what? Don't notice you?"
"No, don't kiss me."
"But why not? You seem to enjoy it."
"I thought it was okay, but I'm not going to just let you kiss me when you want to. Remember, we're nothing."
"We're friends."
"Yeah. And friends don't kiss."
"We could be kissing friends."
"Yeah, I don't think so. I'm not going to be kissing friends if I can't be a fucking friend."
"So you want to be friends with benefits." He raised an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?" I said, licking my lips.
"You want to be friends with benefits. Is that what you're telling me?"
"What? No, that's not what I said."
"Well, you want to sleep with me."
"Not anymore. I used to."
"Liar," he said. "I still want to sleep with you. Yeah, okay, I didn't because it wasn't a good decision. But..."
"But what?"
"But if you're going to sleep with someone, why shouldn't it be me?"
"Oliver, it's not going to be you because you're a jackass." I smiled at him. "And now I'm going to go and sit on the couch, and I'm going to play a game on my laptop. You can go and finish your work email because this conversation is over." I walked over to the couch and sat down, then I grabbed my laptop and opened my emails.
"Really, Rosalie?" he said, but I didn't look up. I couldn't. My heart was racing, and I knew he was playing games that there was no way I could win. I didn't even know what he really wanted from me. That kiss had lit me on fire, and my panties were wet. I'd go into the bedroom with him right then and there if he asked. I wanted him so badly, yet he didn't deserve me. Yeah, I liked him, and yeah, I thought he was the sexiest man I'd ever seen in my life, but I wasn't going to play these games. I wasn't lying about that. He had really hurt me when he dissed me and rejected me, and I wasn't going to just let him go in and out of my life, making me have ups and downs beyond my control. He'd have to pay the price for dissing me. And that meant not getting me again.
Chapter22
Oliver
Iknew I was fucking with Rosalie's head because I was fucking with my own head. When I saw her standing there giving me sexy glances, I couldn't stop but pull her into my arms and kiss her. And the kiss was amazing. And the way she squeezed my shoulders made me think about what it would be like to fuck her. I was in deep shit. I couldn't believe that Foster was back already. And I couldn't believe he was giving his blessing for her to find a boyfriend. I'd hoped that he would ban her from dating. Though I knew how absolutely ridiculous that sounded. She was twenty-two, soon to be twenty-three, and an adult. And even though she didn't have a job, she was capable of making her own decisions. She wasn't someone who could be told what to do. And I knew that she was serious when she told me that she wasn't entertaining the thought of sleeping with me again.
I knew I'd hurt her. I'd been shocked when she hadn’t spoken to me for days. It had aggravated the shit out of me. I wanted to do nothing more than grab her by the hand and apologize and tell her that I would do whatever she wanted, but I knew that was stupid. Sexual attraction wasn't anything to base any sort of relationship on. And while we'd always been attracted to each other, I wasn't sure that we had anything strong enough to risk me losing Foster's friendship. It was starting to sound like a broken record. I sat down on the edge of my bed and sighed as I leaned back. Everything was getting so complicated. When Foster told me that Rosalie was coming to stay, I wasn't sure how I would feel.
It had been so long since I'd seen her, since I'd spoken to her, I'd almost convinced myself that the old feelings were gone. But as soon as I saw her sitting in the airport, beautiful and vibrant, every feeling came rushing back. And the feelings had intensified when we bantered and she'd flashed her beautiful brown eyes and knee. What had been a young puppy crush had developed, and the chemistry between us was potent. And I could cut the tension with a knife. I wanted Rosalie so badly. I'd barely been able to concentrate all week. I kept replaying in my mind that night on my bed, the way she'd kissed me, the way she'd sucked me, the way she tasted. And all I wished was that I didn't have a moral compass. All I wished was that I could have taken her and felt her and know what it was like to be inside her so that I could rid myself of this want and desire. I heard a knock on the door, and I sat up. "Hey, come in."
