LEILANI
"Slacking?" He asked, lips tilted to a dark smirk. "Because I refused to touch you?"
His words were an arrow to the chest.
"That's rich coming from someone who would rather walk through a street of broken glasses before having anything to do with me."
I swallowed, refusing to let him get to me. "I bet you've been waiting to use that line on me all night."
"Did you laugh a little thinking about how I'd basically thrown myself at you?"
I chuckled. "I bet you did."
"Leila..."
"What else do I have to do?" I asked, needing to focus on something other than how easy, stupid and needy I had become.
"I didn't-"
"Is there an actual performance or is it just you trying to rub the fact that I had almost caved within twenty-four hours of meeting?"
Saying that aloud was gut-wrenching.
