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He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear with his free hand. “I think beautiful is more accurate.”
I roll my eyes so hard they nearly get stuck in the back of my head. My heart, however, flutters. I already established how it’s a clueless dumbass.
“Oh, my God,” I say. “Seriously?”
“What?” Blaise asks innocently. “I’m just giving you a compliment.”
“In the cheesiest way ever. And besides, I don’t need any compliments.” I place my hand on his chest to shove him back and notice how swiftly his heart is racing.
So weird. Is he nervous or worried or something? Why?
“Then, what do you need?” he asks, refusing to budge against my half-ass attempt to shove him back.
“Lots of things, but none of those things are compliments.”
“Why? Do they make you uncomfortable?”
“No. But talking about this is making me irritated.”
“Sorry.” He sounds anything but. “You are beautiful though.”
“What is wrong with you?” I scoff, beyond aggravated.
I don’t even understand why I’m pissed off. He isn’t being mean. No, I think he’s attempting to be nice and genuine, and for some reason, that’s pissing me off. I’m not used to nice and genuine guys, and I don’t need one in my life right now. If I did, then I’ll probably want to keep him, and that will lead to the breaking of my no dating rules, something I desperately need now.
“Nothing’s wrong with me,” he argues. “I’m just telling you what I already told you in that text I sent earlier.”
“Yeah, I know, but I was irritated with that text.”
“Well, I didn’t mean to send it.”
A bit of hurt prickles through me, but I ninja punch it in the throat—metaphorically, of course.
“Good. Because you don’t need to be thinking that I’m beautiful or telling me that I am.” I’m on the verge of yelling.
Yep, Blaise nailed it when he called me crazy.
“I still think you’re beautiful. I just didn’t mean to send the text.” He raises his voice to match mine, slanting closer.
My breathing accelerates. “Why did you type it at all?”
“I don’t know.” He’s breathing equally as hard, his attention seared on my lips. “Because it’s what I think.”
“Don’t,” I warn shakily, my breath faltering from my lips.
He remains mesmerized by my lips. “Don’t what?”
It’s terrifying how much I want to remain motionless. How much I want to feel his lips on mine. How much I just want tofeelfor once.
“Don’t kiss me.” My voice is weak, desperate. “Please. I can’t handle it right now.”
His throat muscles work as he swallows hard. Then he tears his gaze from my mouth and moves back, lowering his hand from the wall. “Okay.”
I nod unsteadily. “Thank you.”
He nods again, taking another step back. “We should probably go back inside.”
Great. Are things going to be awkward between us now?
