problem is, but I also don’t care.
“Umm…” I let out a cough to buy myself some time.
How the hell am I supposed to respond to that? To be honest, Jules is hot. Roz’s eyes get more and more narrowed as the seconds tick by. She was pissed before, and I sure as hell don’t want to give her yet another reason to throw a tantrum. Damn Kyle.
“She was alright, I guess.” Even in my own ears it sounds like a lie.
Roz gets up in a huff and stomps off down the beach.
I look down at my uneaten dinner and then back over at Roz. I’m starving, but if I don’t go after her it’s over for sure. Shit.
“Hang on to that for me, will ya?” I toss my food to Clay as I climb to my feet.
I glare at Kyle before taking off after Roz. He’s smiling. He did that on purpose. Asshole.
“Roz! Wait up, dammit!” She doesn’t slow down, and I have to run to catch up. I grab her arm and spin her around.
She’s crying. Double shit.
“I saw the way you were looking at her.”
I clench my jaw as I jerk my head to the side to get the hair out of my eyes. Not that it helps. The wind blows it right back into my face.
Things have changed between Roz and me, and it doesn’t give me a warm fuzzy feeling. If she starts depending on me she’s going to end up getting hurt, because I don’t have a damn thing to give her or anyone else. Rick has made sure of that.
Still, Roz is a nice distraction…
I turn my face toward the dark sky and let out a deep breath, focusing on the stars when I say, “I don’t know what you think happened today, Roz, but nothing did.”
She doesn’t say anything, and I’m forced to pull my eyes away from the darkness hanging over us so I can look her in the eye. Her arms are crossed and her gaze hasn’t softened—she’s still pouting.
I suck in a deep breath while I consider my options. There are two: walk away or kiss her. Both sound good. Roz has gotten more and more clingy and it’s starting to get under my skin, but she’s also a nice distraction from how shitty my life is.
Thinking about not having anyone to sneak away with at night when Rick is pissing me off seals the deal. Plus, Roz isn’t nearly as annoying when we’re making out.
“You’re the one I want,” I say, grabbing her hips and pulling her against me.
Roz looks up, her eyes peering at me over the top of her glasses, but her body is still rigid. So I press my mouth to hers and run my tongue over her lips. Finally, she relaxes. She pulls me closer, and her tongue traces mine, making me forget my growling stomach. Bringing to mind a hunger of a completely different nature.
She kisses her way to my ear, biting it lightly before whispering, “Everyone is watching us.”
I smile and pull back so I can look her in the eye. “Does that turn you on?”
She throws her head back and laughs, and it reminds me of how things used to be between us. Before she started to need me. Things were a lot more fun back then.
Maybe option one would have been better…
My stomach growls.
I throw Roz one more quick kiss before turning back to the group. “I’m starving.”
She jogs to catch up, slipping her hand into mine. I’m not really the handholding kind of guy and it isn’t something we’ve ever done, but I let it happen. She’s placated for the moment, and that’s all that matters.
“You two kiss and make up?” Clay asks with a wink. Like he couldn’t see it.
I rip my dinner out of his hands. “We’re saving the making up part for later.”
“So where’s Mac?” Carmen asks, drawing my attention away from Clay’s cheesy grin.
She’s biting her lip, probably trying to keep her face unemotional, but it doesn’t work. I knew she liked him.
I shove a big bite of cold stew into my mouth and wiggle my eyebrows in her direction while I chew. Slowly. Carmen narrows her eyes, and I swallow dramatically, taking my time. Putting the fork back to my mouth like I’m not going to answer. She frowns and I can’t help
“Umm…” I let out a cough to buy myself some time.
How the hell am I supposed to respond to that? To be honest, Jules is hot. Roz’s eyes get more and more narrowed as the seconds tick by. She was pissed before, and I sure as hell don’t want to give her yet another reason to throw a tantrum. Damn Kyle.
“She was alright, I guess.” Even in my own ears it sounds like a lie.
Roz gets up in a huff and stomps off down the beach.
I look down at my uneaten dinner and then back over at Roz. I’m starving, but if I don’t go after her it’s over for sure. Shit.
“Hang on to that for me, will ya?” I toss my food to Clay as I climb to my feet.
I glare at Kyle before taking off after Roz. He’s smiling. He did that on purpose. Asshole.
“Roz! Wait up, dammit!” She doesn’t slow down, and I have to run to catch up. I grab her arm and spin her around.
She’s crying. Double shit.
“I saw the way you were looking at her.”
I clench my jaw as I jerk my head to the side to get the hair out of my eyes. Not that it helps. The wind blows it right back into my face.
Things have changed between Roz and me, and it doesn’t give me a warm fuzzy feeling. If she starts depending on me she’s going to end up getting hurt, because I don’t have a damn thing to give her or anyone else. Rick has made sure of that.
Still, Roz is a nice distraction…
I turn my face toward the dark sky and let out a deep breath, focusing on the stars when I say, “I don’t know what you think happened today, Roz, but nothing did.”
She doesn’t say anything, and I’m forced to pull my eyes away from the darkness hanging over us so I can look her in the eye. Her arms are crossed and her gaze hasn’t softened—she’s still pouting.
I suck in a deep breath while I consider my options. There are two: walk away or kiss her. Both sound good. Roz has gotten more and more clingy and it’s starting to get under my skin, but she’s also a nice distraction from how shitty my life is.
Thinking about not having anyone to sneak away with at night when Rick is pissing me off seals the deal. Plus, Roz isn’t nearly as annoying when we’re making out.
“You’re the one I want,” I say, grabbing her hips and pulling her against me.
Roz looks up, her eyes peering at me over the top of her glasses, but her body is still rigid. So I press my mouth to hers and run my tongue over her lips. Finally, she relaxes. She pulls me closer, and her tongue traces mine, making me forget my growling stomach. Bringing to mind a hunger of a completely different nature.
She kisses her way to my ear, biting it lightly before whispering, “Everyone is watching us.”
I smile and pull back so I can look her in the eye. “Does that turn you on?”
She throws her head back and laughs, and it reminds me of how things used to be between us. Before she started to need me. Things were a lot more fun back then.
Maybe option one would have been better…
My stomach growls.
I throw Roz one more quick kiss before turning back to the group. “I’m starving.”
She jogs to catch up, slipping her hand into mine. I’m not really the handholding kind of guy and it isn’t something we’ve ever done, but I let it happen. She’s placated for the moment, and that’s all that matters.
“You two kiss and make up?” Clay asks with a wink. Like he couldn’t see it.
I rip my dinner out of his hands. “We’re saving the making up part for later.”
“So where’s Mac?” Carmen asks, drawing my attention away from Clay’s cheesy grin.
She’s biting her lip, probably trying to keep her face unemotional, but it doesn’t work. I knew she liked him.
I shove a big bite of cold stew into my mouth and wiggle my eyebrows in her direction while I chew. Slowly. Carmen narrows her eyes, and I swallow dramatically, taking my time. Putting the fork back to my mouth like I’m not going to answer. She frowns and I can’t help
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