I started to stand up again when her hands were in my hair and holding my head just inches from hers. Her breathing was heavy, and I knew mine matched it. I waited to see what she would do, but as I waited, her eyes told me everything her lips weren’t. Her indecision, her worry. Good girl. Smart girl. She’d kiss Brandon without a second thought but couldn’t bring herself to kiss me without already feeling the fear of what a guy like me would do to her. Though she was making the better decision for her, it didn’t crush me any less; and I knew if she rejected me, it would kill me. So I stopped it before she could. I let my nose trail up the inside of her forearm as I took in her subtle vanilla scent and kissed her wrist before removing her hands and walking out the door. I rubbed at the ache in my chest and shook my head as I went to crash on Brad’s floor for a couple hours before work. That guy Bree had brought with her last night had been standing with her when I walked in, which meant I’d have to buy new sheets a-freakin’-gain before I could sleep on my bed. If I didn’t bring girls in my room, she had to stop bringing guys.
“CHASE”—MY BODY ROCKED to the side once, and I groaned as it flopped back down—“get up. Your phone’s going off.”
“Breanna. Go. Away.”
A tiny foot jammed into my ribs, and I grunted hard. Bitch. “Fine, miss work, but don’t act like I didn’t try to help you out.”
Aw hell. I rolled over and yawned as she dropped my phone on my stomach. “I’m up. How’d you have my phone?”
“Fell out of your pocket when Brandon punched you in your room. I turned the alarm off, but you better get up.”
“Okay, Mom.” I snickered as I stood and hugged her loosely. “Gonna take a shower before I head out. If anything happens to you or Harper tonight, you call me, and I’ll come back.”
“Pft. I can handle myself, and Harper’s got a date tonight.”
My body went rigid.
“Oh, and Harper’s just about to get in your shower to get ready for it, so use Brad’s,” she called over her shoulder as she left Brad’s room.
She was going on a date with him? Not like I expected anything else—okay, that’s a lie, yes I did. I still half expected her to realize she felt the same way for me that I felt for her and leave Brandon to find someone else. Anyone else. I hurried through my shower, got dressed, and paced the floor of my room for all of two minutes before I couldn’t wait any longer. I found the key sitting on my desk and went to my bathroom. The shower was still running, and I swear, my pants got smaller. I went over to sit on top of the toilet seat as her shaky voice filled the small bathroom.
“Uh . . . Bree?”
“Nope, just me.”
“Chase! What the heck are you doing in here?”
Um, good question. What am I doing in here? Right now, all I can think about is the water running all over her naked body. I groaned and ran my hands over my face. “Calm down, Princess, I won’t peek.” I don’t know if I was trying to reassure her or force myself to stay sitting.
“I could’ve sworn I locked that door.”
“You do realize how easy it is to unlock my bathroom door when I have the key, right?”
“Can you please leave so I can get out of here?”
As soon as the water turned off, I grabbed a towel and shoved it through the side of the curtain, forcing myself not to look in that direction. “Answer one thing first, and I’ll leave.” She didn’t say anything, so I took that as confirmation she would answer. “Are you going out with him tonight?”
“Yes, Chase, I am.”
“Is that what you want to do, or are you trying to get back at me for telling you not to?”
“I thought I only had to answer one question?”
Snarky brat! God, she drove me crazy. “Harper.”
“Ugh, no, I’m not doing it to get back at you. Yes, I really want to go out with Brandon tonight. And if he asks me out again after tonight, I’m telling you right now I will say yes. I don’t see why I shouldn’t go out with him, and since you clearly don’t want me, I don’t think you’re allowed to have a say in the matter.”
Whoa, what? How the hell did she get anything I’d said as not wanting her? I grabbed the side of the curtain and hoped for her sake she’d put the damn towel on as I slid the curtain across the bar. “I didn’t say I don’t want you. I said I don’t deserve you.”
“That’s practically the same thing. We both know how you are, Chase. You screw every female you come in contact with. I don’t want to be just another girl to someone, and when it comes to Brandon, I won’t be. If you can convince me right now that I have a reason to not be with him, then start talking. Otherwise, you and your confusing words need to stop.”