"How about you spend the weekend at my place."
He leaned in close when he said it and my brain immediately made a decision without consulting me. I thought he was about to kiss me, I immediately closed my eyes, my whole body leaning into the anticipation of it.
Nothing happened.
I opened my eyes and found him tucking my hair behind my ear, his fingers unhurried, his face entirely too close to mine. And on his lips, that smug pull at the corner of his mouth that told me he knew exactly what he had just done and was very comfortable with himself about it.
He watched me register it. Watched me understand that he had done it on purpose. Something in his eyes was enjoying my desperation in a way that should have embarrassed me more than it did.
Then he leaned in again, closer this time, an
