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Was she a jerk for not coming clean right then? Probably. Was there any way she was going to tell him right now? Nope.
“I guess you’re right.”
She didn’t have to force her grin this time. “I’m always right.”
“Can’t be true,” Evan teased.
“You know it is,” she laughed back.
“Okay, so what movie are we watching?” Evan moved closer to her and sat next to her on the couch so they were both directly in front of the TV.
“I didn’t invite you for a movie. Or dinner for that matter,” she protested as she tried to scoot away from him. Her couch was overstuffed and it swallowed them a bit, making it hard to adjust without being obvious.
Evan only smiled at her as he grabbed the remote and draped him arm around her shoulders, like this was a normal thing for them. She didn’t try to fake anything, but stood and took their plates to the kitchen.
She stood over the sink, letting the water run as she collected her thoughts. It wasn’t like she wanted him to leave, but the man was too close for comfort, again.
“If you don’t come back soon, I’m going to pick the movie alone,” Evan called.
Kayla almost told him she didn’t care, but she knew he’d pick something violent, and she really didn’t want to watch that. Instead, she turned off the water and went back in the living room.
“Come here, Kayla.” Evan patted the cushion next to him.
“You’re in my space,” she frowned.
“I want to be in front of the TV like you always are.”
“Fine, I’ll go over here and stretch out.” She went to where Evan had been sitting and turned her body to face the TV, stretching her legs out on the chaise.
Evan arched a brow at her but didn’t say anything. After a few minutes they settled on a comedy and Evan hit play.
He kept looking over at her while the movie started but still kept his thoughts to himself. After the fourth or fifth time, she’d had enough.
“What?” She rolled her eyes.
“Huh?” Evan feigned innocence.
“Why do you keep looking over at me? Is there food on my face?” Probably not, which made her more confused.
Evan threw a throw pillow at her instead of responding.
“What the hell, Evan?” She kicked her legs off the couch and sat up, tossing it back.
“What the hell, Kayla?” he mocked and tossed the pillow back.
This time when she went to return fire like a freaking middle schooler, Evan was there to stop it.
“Evan!” She wrestled to get the pillow back, intending to whack him with it.
Yanking hard, Evan came tumbling down over her. His body landed on hers, his arms bracing himself, keeping the impact from being too much.
The pillow was next to them, most of his body now flush with hers as they looked at each other, barely inches apart. His eyes searched her face for something before his gaze rested on her lips.
“Kayla,” his voice strained.
She wanted him to kiss her as much as she didn’t. It was a battle inside of her, and she didn’t know which decision she was going on make.
In the end, she was saved from making it as Evan backed away.
