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“No, we really don’t.” He shoulders past me, physically shoving me out of the way with his annoyingly big body.
Shocked, I stare after him, rubbing the tender spot on my arm.
Okay, that didn’t quite go as planned but maybe he’s just got that Monday feeling.
“Theo, come on.” I take off after him. “I need my phone—”
He whirls around on me, pinning me with a furious stare. I’ve seen all the rainbow of emotions painted on his pretty perfect face, but I don’t think he’s ever looked at me with such hatred.
Something curdles into my stomach, but I shake it off. “What’s wrong?” I ask before I can stop myself.
“Like I’d tell you.”
“I see.” My teeth grind. “Good enough to fuck but not good enough to talk to. Got it.”
I start to spin around. Fuck him and fuck his mood swings. I’ll find another way to rescue my—
“Fuck, sunshine, I…”
“Yeah?” I turn back slowly, hating how relieved I am at the softness in voice.
“Nothing.” His icy mask slams down again. “Forget it.”
Disappointment wells in my chest. I shouldn’t be surprised. We’re not friends. I don’t know what the hell we are, but clearly the fact he’s been inside me, on his knees before me, means nothing.
“My phone,” I snap. “I want it back.”
“You should have thought of that before.”
“Seriously, Theodore,” I glower, “I. Want. It. Back.”
“Yeah, well I want a lot of things but they’re not going to happen anytime soon so you’re shit out of luck, sunshine.”
“What’s your problem, you’re not usually this—”
“Watch it.” He practically growls the words, but then something catches his attention over my shoulder.
I glance back and my stomach sinks.
Keeley.
She spots Theo and her whole face lights up.
Damn, it stings. More than it should. He made no promises to me, and if this morning is anything to go on, the temporary truce between us is well and truly over.
But it doesn’t stop the dejection spreading through me like barbed wire.
Because it’s just another reminder that I’ll never be the type of girl he chooses.
What the fuck am I saying?
I don’t want Theo to pick me. But I can’t deny this cat and mouse game we play is addictive. And somewhere over the last couple of weeks, I’ve come to look forward to our interactions. The banter.
The undeniable chemistry.
“Theo, can we just—”
He doesn’t even acknowledge me as he stalks across the lawn toward a smug looking Keeley. She drapes herself over him like a cheap throw and I stand there, mouth agape, while he lets her practically dry fuck his leg.
