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“I do, if I want to make sure it’s perfect in time for my recital.”
“I mean, do you need to rehearse ithere?” He laughs, gently prying the violin bow from my fingers. “It’s been perfect for the past several weeks. Trust me.”
“Sounds like you’re about to kick me out.”
“I’m not.” He sets my bow on the mantle. “But I’d like to watch our show with the pizza instead of your music. No offense.”
“None taken.” I place the violin into its case and crack open a soda. “You don’t have to pretend like you haven’t watched the next episode without me, by the way.”
“Good!” He laughs. “I’ll still rewatch it with you, though.”
The doorbell rings, and he picks up the remote.
“You’re turn to pay for our nourishment,” he says. “I paid the last two times.”
“Of course.” I grab a few bills from my purse and head to the door.
The pizza guy isn’t waiting for me when I open it.
It’s Easton.
What the…
“Hello, Scarlett.” He grabs my hand and pulls me outside. “Is now a good time?”
“A good time forwhat?”
“For us to have a conversation,” he says. “You clearly wanted to try me by not being at home, so I came here to talk.”
I step back, somewhat stunned by the darkness in his eyes. We’ve made each other mad before, but I’ve never seen him look like this.
“Make sure he gives us extra parmesan packets!” Kevin calls out. “The crushed red peppers, too!”
“So, is nownota good time?” Easton says.
“It’s really not.” I motion for him to lower his voice. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“We’re talkingnow.” He grabs my hand again, pulling me to the far side of the porch.
“Easton, I swear to God, I—” My sentence ends on his lips, and my back hits the hot bricks.
He grips my hips as he slides his tongue against mine, daring me to refuse him, making me lose my breath. Then he bites down on my bottom lip.
“I know you’re trying to make a point about us,” he whispers against my mouth, “so congratulations. You’ve made it.”
“What I’m doing right now has nothing to do with you.”
“Okay.” He kisses me again, this time even harder, making me regret not letting him in last night. “You also know what tomorrow is for me.”
I say nothing.
“And regardless of how mad you are at me, I know you would never pull this shit on that day. Or am I wrong?”
I say nothing, because he isn’t. Because even during our worst moments, he’s always been there if I needed him.
A red car suddenly pulls into the driveway, and the delivery guy steps out.
We watch him walk toward us with a pizza bag.
