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The words ring in my head.
He doesn’t mind kissing me a little, but spending the night… sleeping with me… taking whatever the hell is going on between us to the next level?
Yeah, that’s not going to happen.
And why should it? I’m a little mouse who he hardly knows. I’m not a hottie—one of those big-boobed puck bunnies who flaunts her body with ease. I’m the girl who shoves a slice of pizza down her throat for a measly twenty bucks.
I don’t know why I’m upset, really. This is all for the best. I’m supposed to be publicly dumping his ass, not wanting to sleep with him or become his girlfriend or something.
We’ve just had some flirty fun, and Ethan’s made it clear that’s all he wants. It kind of solves my problem in some ways. I can just carry through with this bet and guarantee myself a place in the Sig Be house.
My chest feels like it’s crumpling in on itself—a piece of aluminum foil being crushed by an unforgiving fist.
I try to ignore the painful sensation as I shove my hand in my pocket and point my thumb over my shoulder. “Well, I’m gonna get going, then.”
“I thought you wanted to stay,” he croaks, rising from his chair.
I shuffle away from the table, walking backward as he slowly moves toward me. With a forced laugh that I was hoping would sound light and unaffected but actually sounds more like a dog bark, I shake my head. “I don’t think you want that.”
His expression buckles with this agonized frown, and I turn my back on it, gripping the doorframe and forcing myself to call into the room. “Thanks for a good night, guys. I’m out!”
I raise my hand and wave at them.
There’s a collective groan, a few complaints, one guy calls for me to stay… but it’s not Ethan.
He’s just standing there, staring at me with a look I don’t want to decipher.
“See ya.” I don’t know what my lips are doing right now. I’m ordering them to smile, but my facial muscles are so tight and rigid, I honestly can’t say if I’m grinning or grimacing.
“Mick, wait.”
I don’t.
I bolt for the door, trying to flee my embarrassment.
Why the hell did I have to ask?
Running down the front steps, I bump into Ethan’s dad, who’s walking back inside.
“Whoa.” He steadies my arm. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m great.” My voice is so forced and fake anyone could see through it.
His thick eyebrows dip into a frown, and he glances past me, exchanging a concerned look with Ethan.
“See ya,” I squeak for the second time tonight and make a beeline for the sidewalk.
I don’t give a shit that it’s dark. I’m walking back to Greek Row, and Ethan is not going to stop me.
“Mikayla!” he calls again.
I pick up my pace, but so does he, and his long strides decimate the distance between us.
“Wait.” He gently grabs my arm, pulling me to a stop.
“It’s okay. I get it.” I shake him off me, spinning to get this over with. “You like me as a friend. I’m just one of the guys. It happens all the time. Don’t feel bad.”
He tips his head with a droll look. “I don’t kiss my guy friends. You’renotjust one of the guys, believe me.”
