“Said what?”
“I said you couldn’t have a boyfriend unless it was me, and you said you’d never want me as your boyfriend, and here you are, practically begging—”
“I am not!” I cried in denial.
He smirked. “I know.”
Grinding my teeth together, I marched toward the door. “You know what, forget it. We’re just friends with benefits.”
Vincent easily grabbed my elbow, pulling me to a stop. “Emily, wait.”
“Okay,” I breathed, my heart skipping a beat at the use of my real name.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
My mouth nearly dropped to the floor. All I could do was goggle at him. That was the least expected thing I’d imagined he’d say. To my ongoing amazement, a small blush spread across his cheeks. “Stop staring like that!” he snapped, turning his head away. “You’re annoying.”
“You’re blushi
