Twelve

“There’s no deal.” Oh god! I wish I could punch him.“I’m not a thing you can just acquire.

“The whole town knows.” I’m infuriated. I want to smack that smug smile right off his face. A good backhand will do.

“Come closer.” I say between clenched teeth.

He frowns. “Why?” he asks with interest inching closer.

“I want to slap you in the face, just a little.” He pulls back, even moves a few inches away. Is comical but I can’t laugh. This is a mess. Why me? Why had I believed that he would help, well he is now but I don’t want to marry him. He is horrible but hot.

“I prefer to be slapped somewhere else.”

“Pig.” He lets out a surprised dramatic fake gasp and I leer at him. “I’m sorry, did I say that out loud?” I say covering my mouth.

“You aren’t as innocent as you look.” He’s sizing me up. Like literally taking a moment to look at me from top to bottom. “I kinda like it.”

“Stop.” I take the pillow beside me and throw it at him. He reads my movements and evades it just in time to