“We still need to be friends, Liv.” His fingers traced my lips. “We’re going to be family.”
I nearly vomited at that point. I mean, was this guy for real?
“Xander,” I looked up into his eyes. “I don’t intend on ever seeing you again after this weekend, asides from at your wedding. We do not need to be anything.”
Our eyes met and we looked at each other for a few seconds and I could see that he was thinking hard. I waited for him to tell me that I was being stupid. That of course we’d see each other at other times. I waited for him to scold me and tell me I was being immature. I waited for him to tell me that I was acting like a silly schoolgirl. I knew that there was obviously no way I’d only be able to see him at the wedding. For all of our squabbling and quarrels, my family was close-knit and my parents would not allow me to blow off every dinner and get-together, even if I wanted to. I stood there with my shoulders squared and waited for him to tell me off for being immature, but instead he started laughing. I stared at him in amazement and shock as I watched the laughter fill his face: his eyes were bright, his mouth was wide and his head fell back as he laughed his head off.
“What’s so funny?” I asked him softly, feeling even more annoyed at him. I hated that I didn’t understand him and I couldn’t read him. I hated that I loved that about him. I hated that I wanted to get to know him better. I hated that I would never have the chance to be more with him.
“You.” He took a deep breath and finally stopped laughing. “You’re a breath of fresh air.” He smiled at me. “Yes, you’re also a pain in the neck, but you’re also a breath of fresh air.”
“Okay, thanks, I guess.”
“I want to make love to you again.” He groaned, his expression turning to one of lust as he took a step towards me.
“No, we can’t.” I bit down on my lower lip.
“Oh, but we can do whatever we want.” He grinned and turned around and locked the door before coming back to me.
“What are you doing?” I said in shock as he pulled his briefs down and stood in front of me naked; his cock already standing at attention.
“I’m showing you that I’m not an F in bed.” He grinned and took another step towards me. “I like a good challenge.”
“Xander.” I groaned as he pulled me towards him. My body was trembling in anticipation and I felt guilty and confused. “We can’t—” He cut me off by picking me up and throwing me onto the bed. His fingers pulled my shorts and panties off and he fell on top of me and kissed my neck. “Xander.” I moaned and wriggled against him. “We can’t do this.”
“We can.” His fingers slipped down my legs and rubbed me gently. I closed my eyes for two seconds and enjoyed the feelings of excitement as they swept through my body and then I pushed him to the side and rolled off of the bed. “What are you doing?” He blinked up at me in surprise as I picked my panties up off of the floor.
“I’m leaving.” I rubbed my lips to get rid of his taste. “You can’t just have me whenever you feel like it.”
“Why not?” He frowned and I was about to protest when he laughed. “I’m not being serious.” He sighed and sat up. I looked down and saw that his manhood was hard and sticking up. He looked down to see what I was staring at and he grinned at me. “Yeah, that’s what you’re leaving me with.”
“Ask Gabby to help you out.” I spat out, annoyed.
“This is always going to be an issue between us, isn’t it?”
“What do you think?” I looked at him incredulously. For a smart man, Xander could be a real dummy sometimes. I watched as Xander jumped off of the bed, bent down, picked his briefs up and pulled them on. He then looked at me with a lazy smile and shrugged.
“So your parents seem nice and I think they like me." He said casually as if that were the most normal thing to say next in this situation.
"They are nice." I stopped myself from saying they wouldn't be so nice to him if they knew what kind of guy he really was.
"I think I'll quite like having them as parents."
"That's good."
"They'll make good grandparents."
"Yup." I looked away from him then as I wanted to slap the smug look off of his face. What was his problem? How could he try and sleep with me and then talk about my parents.
"You don't have anything else to say?" His eyes narrowed as he studied me.
"What else do you want me to say?" I looked back up into his face then.
"I don't know, something telling me I'm making a mistake." He shrugged nonchalantly.