Say You Want Me(7)

“Well, come on then,” Presley says, amusement clear in her voice.

“We’ll meet you in there,” Wyatt says, and I watch in shock as Presley and Zach go inside, closing the door behind them.

My jaw falls slack. I can’t be alone with him. I’m not ready to tell him anything. Although, that’s the damn reason I’m here. But not yet.

“I think I should go in . . .” I start to walk.

Wyatt’s fingers grip my arm, stopping me. “Talk to me for a second.”

I turn, look at his fingers, and back to his eyes. “There’s nothing to say.”

“How are you, Angel?”

“I’m wonderful. Thanks for asking. I’m going inside now.” I start to move away, but he holds tight.

It’s a mystery to me how he never married. From everything that Presley says, he’s a great man. He’s kind, loyal, considerate, clearly he’s hot, but he refuses to do any serious commitment. I often wonder how much of it is because of the fact that he was in love with my sister-in-law. He spent his entire life loving her and watching her love his brother.

She and I have spoken at length about it. Her heart broke when he told her all those years ago how he felt. They’ve been best friends since they were little, and they still are, but she never returned his affections. Wyatt is the man who pushed Zach back into her arms. He loved her so much, he let her go.

“Don’t be like that.” He rubs his thumb across my wrist.

I can’t believe this is happening right now. I thought I’d have a day or two before I saw him. Clearly that isn’t the case. I barely mustered the courage to tell Presley, now I have to figure out a way to tell him. Fuck my life.

“I just want to go inside, Wyatt. I really need to talk to Presley.” I whine the last part. If I can get away from him, I can get my head on straight. I’m only here for a few days. I figured we would talk for like five minutes before I left, and then I could be on my merry way.

“Well, I think we should talk about the last time you were here.” His voice drops an octave lower.

“I don’t think there’s a point.” I pull my hand back.

I bite back the words about how the last time I was here, our “talking” altered the course of our lives.

“I think there is.”

“What would you like to talk about, Wyatt?”

“We could skip the talking if you’d prefer. I’m sure Presley and Zach wouldn’t mind having their house to themselves.” He grabs my wrist again and pulls me close. “And you can try to come on to me again. Only this time, I won’t fight you so much.”

Bastard.

“I think you’re confused.” I was not the chaser, he was. “You wanted me the minute you saw me. You watched every time I bent over, you couldn’t help yourself, could you?” The heat between us just rose about a hundred degrees. “You wanted me, Wyatt Hennington. You were the one who was too busy trying to charm me. I was here for my friend, and you made it your job to bed me.”

Our mouths are mere inches apart. It would be so easy to kiss him. The desire we both have eclipses any anger or frustration sitting below the surface. All that surrounds us is this. I breathe him in. The heat ripples off his body. A body that I know is solid and damn near perfect.

Kiss me, Wyatt.

No. I don’t want that. It’s the damn hormones.

“You don’t even know me,” Wyatt says as our noses almost touch. “You have no idea what I was doing.”

“I know what you weren’t doing.” I push back. “You weren’t being a gentleman.”

He smirks. “If I remember correctly, you don’t like gentlemen.”

“Maybe I like them after!”

He’s right. I liked him very much not being a gentleman while we were in bed together. What I didn’t like was waking up and finding him gone, as if he expected me to show myself out like I was some whore. The thought stops me for second. I don’t know . . . maybe I was. I did give it up pretty early. I guess the saying, “Why buy the cow when you get the milk for free,” is accurate. But that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed.

“You have some nerve.” I rip my arm out of his grasp.

“Why the hell are you so mad?”

This man is out of his mind. “You left me! I woke up to find you missing!” I can’t even believe this. “I waited for thirty minutes. Then it was clear that you left so I could see myself out. So I did. So much for Southern charm.”

“Women. Y’all are the most confusing creatures on the planet.” Wyatt gets close again and grabs my waist.