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“But I’m not your girl either, am I?” The words pop out before I can stop them, and I bite my lips together, wincing and regretting every syllable.
Especially when he doesn’t deny it.
He just stands there, his mouth opening and closing like he’s not sure what to say.
Well, he doesn’t have to say a damn thing.
Actions always speak louder than words anyway, and I can tell by the tension vibrating off him right now that I’ve said exactly what he’s too scared to. It’s sweet that he doesn’t want to hurt my feelings and all, but why the fuck did he kiss me in the first place?
Maybe he did like me at first but quickly realized I’m just friend material.
I should be used to this by now, but for some reason, Ethan’s rejection is the most brutal, the most painful.
Shit, I’m gonna cry.
I spin away from him, fighting the thickening in my throat and that horrible burning in my eyes.
“Mikayla, please, let’s just talk about?—”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I rush out the words, raising my arm when I spot a car cruising past the house.
“What are you doing?” His voice takes on an urgent quality.
“Catching a ride.” I run toward the car when it slows to a stop, grateful when I recognize the girl behind the wheel. “Hey, Lisa, are you heading past Greek Row?”
“Sure. I can go that way.” She smiles at me, then spots Ethan over my shoulder. Her eyes light with pleasure.
“Hi.” She lets out this nervous laugh, tinkling her fingers at him.
My stomach clenches as I fight the urge to scratch her eyes out and run around the side of the car.
Ethan stands there, eyeing me with this disappointed look on his face. He wasn’t done talking, but tough shit. I was. I can’t hear another man tell me they don’t want me. Sure, they never say it so bluntly, but a girl knows.
I’ve put up with it enough times to read all the signs, and I can’t hear those awkward excuses come out of Ethan’s mouth.
I just can’t.
CHAPTER32
ETHAN
“Shit.”
The car drives away, and I’m left there on the sidewalk watching my epic night turn to dust.
Why couldn’t I have said, “Sure, you can stay”?
A million reasons crowd out my brain, from the commitment to not have a serious girlfriend in college to the very real concern that I can’t spend another night with her and not give in to my desire.
She’s so hot. Even stuffing pizza in her mouth.
If anything, that turned me on. Sure, not the chipmunk cheeks—as adorable as those were—but the fact that she fucking did it. She stuck it to Asher, and it was a thing of beauty.
She’s fire. I love her spirit, and I wanted to wrap my arms around her, carry her up to my room, and follow through on every fantasy I’ve been having about this girl.
Every fantasy that I can’t follow through on yet.
Dammit!
