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Now he crosses his arms too.
Narrowing his eyes, he says, “I find that hard to believe. After seeing you out at lunch today on your little ‘date,’ I have a feeling your phone is ringing and dinging all the fucking time. What about that, Willow? I thought you swore off men.”
Oh my God, so he is jealous. He thinks Hector was my date.
It’s almost laughable, because today I found out Hector is gay. Boy, did I read it wrong when I thought he was interested in me. Turns out he’s just a nice, good guy who wants to be friends.
Unlike some people—case in point, the jerk standing in front of me.
I swear I’d like to push Arden right off the doorstep. Of course, I probably couldn’t budge him. I might even hurt myself.
So I don’t attempt any such thing.
Instead, I ask, “Is that why you’re here? To question why I was at lunch with a man other than you?”
I decide not to share that Hector is gay. Arden doesn’t deserve the truth when he’s acting like such a possessive jerk.
Angrily, he bites out, “No, that’s not why I’m here.”
I scoff. “It’s not?”
“Okay,” he concedes, softening, “maybe it is. I just… I don’t know… I was surprised to see you, that’s all. I didn’t think you were out there dating.”
This is too funny. Now he thinks I’m meeting men all of the time I’m not with him.
I should come clean, but I can’t resist watching him squirm a little. There’s a part of me that loves that he’s so jealous.
So, of course, I ratchet it up a notch. “Hmm, seems there’s a lot you don’t know about me, Arden.”
Suddenly looking a little defeated and a lot upset, he says, “I guess you’re right. So are you using dating apps?”
I’m not, of course, but I can’t resist snapping, “Maybe I am, or maybe I’m not. Not that it’s any of your business.”
He runs a hand down his face and grumbles, “Fuck, you’re right. I should just leave.”
Noooo, I don’t want him to go. I like seeing this much emotion out of him. I know now that he does have feelings for me. And I obviously sure as hell have them for him.
So, to engage him once more and keep him from taking off, I say carefully, “Do you want to know why I’m seeing other men, Arden?”
Yeah, I’m not seeing anyone, but let’s roll with this and see how it plays out.
Jaw set, he takes a step toward me and grinds out, “Why, Willow? Why are you seeing other men?”
I step forward as well, narrowing the gap between us to mere inches.
I’m tired of holding back, so I let him have it.
In a low but snippy tone, I say, “Because I need affection. That’s why. I like being kissed, and I like being held. And I clearly won’t ever get those things from you.”
Eyes flashing, he growls, “The fuck you won’t.”
And then his lips crash down onto mine.
Finally!
Arden
This woman is going to be the death of me. My emotions are all over the place. I’m feeling anger, jealousy—and, for some crazy reason, lust.
