Beautiful Sacrifice (Maddox Brothers #3)(30)

He paused for a moment. “Do you want me to leave?”

“I don’t think so. But you can if you want.”

“I don’t want. And that’s weird for me that I have an opinion, one way or the other.”

“I’m intrigued. Continue.”

“First of all, I like that you’re awkward as f*ck and that you’re a raging bitch. Girls tend to giggle and run their hands through their hair a lot when I’m around. You’ve all but told me to f*ck off.”

“Fuck off.”

“See? I like you.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to like me.”

“I know. And I don’t, not like that. And I think that’s what surprises me the most.”

His revelation caught me off guard, but the twinge in the pit of my stomach surprised me even more.

“Listen, Ivy League, I’m here until October. I work my ass off all day. If I’m lucky, I work first shift, so I can eat lunch at the café. You and your hateful-ass mouth have been the highlight of this job. I think you’re just being hostile because you think I’m trying to bag you, and clearly, I’m not capable of taming the shrew in this story. So, let’s turn the volume up on Aliens, so we can’t hear that piece-of-shit washer of yours and hang out.”

I blinked.

He shrugged. “I don’t care about whatever problem you have with your parents. I don’t care that you have some sort of f*cked-up issue with men. I don’t want within five feet of your *, and you’ve gotta know that now because I’d never use the P word if I’m looking to get laid. Girls hate that. I just want to be around someone cool who also owns a washer and dryer and the best collection of VHS tapes I’ve seen since the nineties.”

“Five feet, huh?” I said. I crawled off my chair, across the scratchy carpet, and over to where Taylor was sitting.

He stiffened as I planted my hands on each side of his legs and leaned in, stopping inches from his lips.

“You sure about that?” I whispered.

He swallowed and then opened his mouth, speaking quietly, “Get the f*ck away from me. I know full well that touching you would be like putting my finger on a loaded gun.”

“Then don’t pull the trigger,” I dared him, my lips almost grazing his.

He didn’t move forward, but he didn’t retreat. His body was relaxed, comfortable, with being that close to mine. “I won’t.”

I sat back on my heels and rested my hands on my knees, thinking about what he’d said. “You sound awfully confident for a guy who keeps coming to see me day after day.”

“You’re f*cking weird—like, weirder than I thought. Did I pass the test?”

“Yes,” I said matter-of-factly.

“I might like being around you, but that doesn’t mean I’m a f*cking fool. And that’s a ridiculous test. Any guy is going to go for it if a girl is begging for it like that.”

“You didn’t.”

“I keep telling you, I’m not an idiot. I know what you’re trying to do. I just don’t know why.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You say we can be friends, but you don’t keep your word.”

“Okay then. I promise to make relentless attempts to bag your ass. How’s that?”

I tilted my head, seeing beyond the hint of his smile, his dimple, and his late-night stubble splashed across his defined jawline. I wouldn’t find what I was looking for in his words or even in his eyes. Taylor’s truth was just out of reach, like my own, so I knew where to look and how to find it. The only way to see into someone’s soul was with your own.

“You promise?” I repeated.

“Swear.”

“Are you scared of me?” I asked, only half-joking.

Taylor didn’t hesitate. “Not even a little. I know exactly what to expect from you.”

“And how is that?”

“Because I’m fairly certain that we’re the same person.”

My eyebrows shot up, unable to hide my surprise at his conclusion, and I offered a single nod. “Aliens it is.”

“You going to quit busting my balls?” he asked, crossing his arms.

I crawled back over to the chair and sat down, hooking my legs over the arm. “Probably not, but it’ll just be run-of-the-mill Falyn bitchery, and it won’t be because I’m trying to get rid of you.”