“It wouldn’t?” he asked, stopping just before he was between my legs again.
I shook my head.
“Then what would it be, little dancer?”
“Wonderful,” I replied honestly, and his eyes went wide before he cursed and backed up.
“Shit, love,” he said, walking over to grip the counter where my coffee had been left. “You’re gonna drive me mad.”
I didn’t want to drive him mad. I just wanted him to touch me again. I had woken up thinking I could never let it happen again, yet here I was ready to throw myself at him. Facing the truth was hard. I could say things in my head all day long. But if Krit wanted to touch me, I wasn’t sure I could say no to that.
I felt like someone had doused me with cold water. What did that make me? I was willing to let him touch me and kiss me, and then what? Go touch and kiss someone else? Or . . . or . . . sleep with them? I pushed myself off the counter and decided to leave my coffee in the kitchen. It was too close to him, and suddenly I needed some distance.
Krit thought I was gonna drive him mad. Well, he was making me crazy.
He looked worried when his eyes met mine again. “Where you going?” he asked.
“I need to get ready. I have class in forty-five minutes,” I explained.
He nodded and picked up my coffee. “Take this,” he said.
I took it from him.
“I’ll see you at six,” he said before making his way to the door.
When he reached it, I couldn’t keep my mouth from blurting out the question that was burning a hole through me.
“What are we doing, Krit?” Because this didn’t feel like friends. At least not to me.
He paused and gripped the door handle tightly. Then he glanced back at me. “Let’s not label it. Let’s just go with it,” he said, then jerked the door open and left.
I took a drink of my coffee, then set it back down. My stomach felt sick, and I wasn’t sure I could handle that now. I wouldn’t push him for anything. That would only push him away. I would go tonight and see how things worked with us while he had all those females throwing themselves at him. If he acts like I’m just a friend and does things with them backstage or flirts, I’ll know. I will have my answer.
Krit will just be my friend. Nothing more. No matter how much I wanted more with him, I couldn’t allow myself to feel too much. He already had so much of me. And if I let my emotions get in the way and hope for more, then I could ruin what we have now, which is friendship.
KRIT
My plan for going back to bed had failed. Blythe’s question was hammering away over and over in my head. She’d asked for something. It hadn’t been the way most women did it, but she’d done it nonetheless. She had wanted me to make promises.
Terrified of saying something I would regret, I had gotten out of there as fast as I could. If it had been any other female, I would have laughed and told her nothing. We’re doing nothing. But Blythe—I couldn’t be flip with her. She’d been honestly asking me for an answer. I hadn’t given her shit.
Which made me feel like shit. She deserved more than this.
“You get any sleep?” Green asked as he walked into the living room in a pair of boxers and his hair sticking up all over the place.
“Yeah, some.”
Green squinted against the sun coming in through the blinds I had opened. “You must not have come up with an answer you like,” he said, then yawned. “ ’Cause you look like you’ve been punched in the stomach. Ain’t no man who has had sexy little Blythe in their arms should look like that.”
Green was an even better choice for Blythe. I hated to admit it, but it was true. He was going to be a lawyer. He wasn’t terrified of commitment, and he didn’t screw around as much as me. He’d actually done a relationship before. One that worked. Not one he’d f**ked up.
Banging on the door jerked me out of my thoughts.
“What the hell?” Green growled as he stalked to the door.
His angry snarl immediately evaporated as my sister pushed him aside. “Go put on clothes,” Trisha ordered him, then swung her gaze to me. Shit. She was pissed.
“You,” she said, pointing a finger at me like I was five f**king years old, “had better tell me you fixed that mess from last night.”