say no, just dating, and no sex. I don’t get it. But I like you, Riley. I really like you. So no, I don’t exactly want you to leave me alone, but I can’t have all these labels and expectations and rules put on whatever we’re doing.”
“Can you please button your shorts?” Riley refused to look at me.
That was the response I got? Anger shot through me. I shoved his chest. “You’re an asshole!”
“What?” He sounded put out. “It’s distracting!”
“I’m trying to share my fucking feelings, something I don’t do with just anyone, you know, and you aren’t even listening! You’re obsessing over the fact that I might have done something with Bill despite the fact that we both said nothing happened.”
He shot me a guilty look. “Well, I can’t help it! The idea is killing me.”
“I told you nothing happened! I just told you that I like you! Do you know how many times I’ve told that straight out to a guy I wasn’t together with?” Furious, I held up my index finger. “Once! In my whole life! And it was to you, just now, so thanks for fucking it up.”
Spinning around, I was prepared to walk away. To go where, I had no idea, but somewhere where I didn’t have to look at his face, because I wanted to punch him in the jaw. Or at the very least shove him again, and I didn’t want to lose control like that.
But he grabbed my arm and stopped me from retreating. “You like me?”
It was really amazing how thick-skulled guys could be. “Duh. I thought we established that last night.”
“But you got mad at me.”
“Because you were being confusing as hell. And I was exhausted. And then this morning you were gone and there wasn’t a note or a text or anything and I had no idea where you were. I thought you were pissed at me.”
“I went to work out and then to the grocery store. I got you Diet Coke and Greek yogurt. Plus a refill for the air freshener.”
He had? My anger started to thaw.
“I didn’t think that you would wonder where I was. I didn’t think that you would, well, care.”
Giving an indignant sniff, I said, “Then you’re stupid.”
He smiled. “Obviously. So Nerd Boy was really just here to go to the movies?”
“Yes. I was bored and lonely.” So there. “I didn’t want to take the bus and he has a car and offered to pick me up. That’s it, though I’m not sure why you’re so jealous when you’re not offering me anything anyway.” It wasn’t pretty, but I wanted information. If I was fishing with a pole and line off a boat before, now I was wading in the river, hillbilly hand fishing. I might as well have said, “Click Like if you would date me.”
Pathetic. But I needed an answer, a solid yes or no so I could move on either way. Limbo land doesn’t work for me.
Riley made a sound of exasperation. “Jessica, you drive me crazy. I said I want to date you. What is so unclear about that?”
Part of me wanted to ask for clarification, but then I would be doing exactly the thing that had been making me crazy about him. So I just shrugged, pulling my arm from his touch and crossing them. “Nothing, I guess,” was my stellar and petulant answer.
But I couldn’t help it. Being emotionally vulnerable sucked. It was why I never did it.
Riley reached out and pried my arms off my chest.
“What are you doing?” I asked, feeling even more out of control with my chest uncovered, my arms forced down to my sides. I actually turned my head, unable to be that exposed.
But he took my hands and placed them on his waist. Then he gently tilted my head back toward him, his hand cupping my chin as I fought the urge to close my eyes.
“Hey,” he murmured.
“What?” I was fighting the urge to bolt.
But then he said, “I like you, too. In fact, I like you a whole helluva lot. So let’s just do this thing, see what happens. You good with that?”
There was an honest-to-God lump in my throat. It was like I’d swallowed a marshmallow. So I just nodded.
Chapter Ten
Riley gave me a soft, gentle kiss that disarmed me. I didn’t get kissed like that. Boyfriends kissed girlfriends that way, with a soft sense of worship. Guys tended to worship my breasts more than my mouth. I might have sighed. Or maybe I just imagined I did. I’m not sure. I just know that something shifted in me right then, something that told me what was happening between Riley and me was . . . real.
I blinked up at him, not sure what to say or do. This was all new territory for me. I hadn’t had a boyfriend since my junior year in high school.
“Since you wanted to go see a movie, I can take you,” he said. “We can’t have you bored. You might decide to stain the picnic table or something. Which means I’ll be staining the picnic table.”
Air left my chest with a whoosh. He had made the moment normal again and I was damn glad. I didn’t quite know how to do long minutes gazing into each other’s eyes. And if he started playing with my hair like Tyler did to Rory, I was going to get twitchy. So not my style.
The movies and mildly mocking me? Yeah, that worked.
“Now that you mention it, that picnic table is shabby. Though truthfully, we should just use it to make a bonfire and have s’mores.”
Riley laughed. “No.”
“Just a suggestion. But yes, I would like to go to the movies. What do you want to see?”
He pulled his phone out and scrolled through the movie options. “Let me guess, you will want to see a romantic comedy.”
I made a face. “Are you joking? No. Absolutely not. I find those movies embarrassingly sentimental. Kylie is the one who likes that stuff.”
“Thank God. Because I was going to have to tell you no. I can’t do chick flicks. What else is out?”
“Scary movies.”
He looked disappointed. “Why?”
“Because they’re scary,” I said pointedly. “Duh.”
“Come on, they’re not
“How do you know?” I had been raised by a father who was absolutely certain evil and the devil existed. “If you want to watch a horror movie, you’ll have to take Rory. She always watches those crime shows on TV. Every time I turn around there’s a live autopsy playing on her laptop. It’s brutal.”
“She’s pretty hard-core, isn’t she?”
“Yes. Personally, I only want to see organs in living people.” I cocked my head. “Wait, that doesn’t sound right. Why would I be seeing organs at all?”
“My skin is an organ.” His eyebrows went up and down. “Among other things.”
Rolling eyes here. Though he did amuse me. I wasn’t really sure why. “What else is playing?”
“Some drama about slums.”
“No.” My hands came out to emphasize my feelings on that one.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to cry.” I hated crying, which is why I tried to never do it.
“So what does that leave us? Action/adventure and comedy of the Adam Sandler variety.”
“I’ll take action/adventure. I like to see things blow up.”
“And you say Rory is brutal.” But he read a movie description to me. “This starts in forty minutes, so we can make it.”
“Okay, I need my purse.”
Riley followed me to the doorway of my room. “So, uh, why were you buttoning your shorts up exactly?” he asked, trying to sound casual.
