He looks down at me with his bratty smile. “I’m just kidding. Don’t get all crazy.”
I shake my head in annoyance at him and roll over so I’m facing the other side of the bed. I should get up, but it’s so nice to be in such an amazingly comfortable bed. I wish I could stay in it all day.
He props himself on his elbow and stares down at me. “I watched you sleep too, ya know. In the truck.”
“I’m sure that was exciting.” Ugh. I hope I wasn’t making weird faces, drooling, or snoring when I was sleeping. I’m sure I didn’t look all pretty and glamorous like women did in the movies.
“You twitch.”
I wince. Of course, something embarrassing.
“You don’t sleep peacefully, Evelyn. Why not? What are you thinking about?”
“How would I know? I’m sleeping.”
“I thought I was wound up, but I think you’re even worse than me.”
“I am not wound up,” I say sitting up and holding the sheet against my chest. I swing my legs off the side of the bed. I don’t want to hear any more of his comments about me. I just want to go home.
I look at him over my shoulder. “If you’re done psycho-analyzing me, can we please get dressed and go?”
“You can’t wait to get away from me, can you?”
“I’ve had about enough and would like to just get back to my life, as I’m sure you would, too.”
“I dunno. I’m kind of getting used to having you around. You’re like a little spastic kitten. One minute you’re cuddling and purring, and the next, the claws are out, and you’re pouncing in five directions.”
Well, there’s an analogy I’ll never forget.
He grabs a handful of my hair and gently pulls me back to his face. “You can scratch me if you want,” he whispers.
I yank his hand out of my hair. “Storm, cut it out. Stop touching me and saying things like that.”
“You’re hard not to touch. Sorry.” He gets up and goes into the bathroom and shuts the door.
I wonder if that was some strange compliment. Somehow, he’s made me feel guilty for not letting him touch me. What kind of crap-twist is that? Screw this crazy with him. No wonder he doesn’t have any real girlfriends. They would have to be insane to deal with him.
I go get my bag and take it into the main bathroom and put some makeup and clothes on. I still only have the one pair of stupid shoes, of course. Back out in the living room, I find my cell phone plugged into the wall next to the couch. Storm must have done that for me last night because I totally forgot to do it. There are still zero bars.