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“Yep.”
“Do you not drink?” As his fake girlfriend, I should know these things.
“I drink. Sometimes. Not often. I don’t drink much during the season.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Alcohol is inflammatory.”
“Oh.” That makes sense, I guess.
“I’m only worth as much as my body can do for me.” He pats his flat stomach. “This eight-pack isn’t going to maintain itself.”
His words pinch me, right in the chest. They sound like how my mom talks about food.
“One beer isn’t going to ruin your perfect physique, Miller. And you don’t have an eight-pack.”
He meets my teasing gaze with his own, and sparks jump around in my stomach. “You want to see? It sounds like you do. What was that you just said about my body?Perfect physique?”
“Shut up.” I huff with laughter. “Keep your clothes on.”
He chuckles. “I love beer, though. Maybe not as much as you do, but—” His gaze goes far away with a nostalgic, blissed-out expression I immediately want to capture. “I dream about drinking a cold beer in the summer, on a patio with dinner.”
He smiles at me, a genuine one without any trace of arrogance. Just pure enjoyment. I don’t know what to do with it.
We’re in front of my building. “This is me.”
As I dig my keys out of my bag, his eyes move with curiosity over the old three-story walk-up.
“Thank you for tonight.” I swallow, thinking about Connor in the hallway. “What you said about me liking you in high school pissed him off. This season would be harder if we weren’t doing this, so—” I glance at the sidewalk. “Thanks, Miller.”
There’s a beat of silence, and when I look up, he’s studying me with a soft, gently teasing smile.
“You can call me Rory, you know.”
“I know.” I smile down at my keys. “Miller’s fine.”
“Alright, Hartley.”
I smile again, and there’s something weird in the air between us. It feels a little like we’re friends.
Rory tucks his hands into his pockets, watching me. “Invite me up.”
I bark out a laugh. So much for friends. “No.”
“Come on.” He gives me his most seductive smile, and even though my expression sayshell no, the spot between my legs twinges with anticipation. “I want to see your place.”
This back and forth we have going? We’d carry that straight to the bedroom. I imagine pushing Rory down on the bed and him flipping me over, fighting me for dominance.
“No,” I say again, laughing at his shamelessness. “What’s that smile? Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Is it working?”
“No.”Yes.
He gazes down at me with a smile less arrogant than usual, less amused. His eyes flick down to my mouth and the smile slides away. Longing and heat flash across his face. For a brief moment, I want him to kiss me.
His eyes drop to my mouth again and determination floods them. My heart pounds. Oh my god. Arousal blooms inside me. I should be freaking out as he steps forward, shoving him back as he enters my space, but I’m not.
The front door opens. Someone walks out, and we jerk, moving out of the way. I suck a deep breath into my lungs, trying to calm myself.
Rory’s going to have his hands all over me for three months, and I can’t lose my head every time it happens.
