@lionveincd / continued !
“You are so bloody full of crap sometimes, Forbes.” He rolled his eyes at her as he watched her walk across the pitch. His hands ran through blades of grass, and the amusement on his face was clear. “But I suppose if you want to look at it that way then maybe we should just count our blessings that there are no beds here? Just grass, you, and me last time I checked.” He watched her face, chuckling at the disdain that he saw written on her features. “Come on, Caroline how about I let you use me a little bit and maybe you let me use you back? We both know you find me physically attractive, whether or not you like me- so is getting an orgasm from a hot guy really going to harm your ego all that much?” He sat up to look at her, head cocked to the side with curiosity. He had watched her cycle through men the way he cycled through women so why- why not him? “Caroline...” he hummed and stoood up, walking over to her with arrogance wafting in the air around him - but - there was something inherently soft about the look in his eyes. “Is there a reason you don’t want to have sex with me, other than your general contempt?” His voice was huskier than even moments before and he brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Am I missing some crucial explanation as to why you don’t want to to feel my lips on your neck? My hands on your skin?” He was too close to her for safety now. Either she would bend to him this time, or she would hex him. It was an equal risk.
He had a point. A good one, at that. And it irritated her far more than it should have that she couldn’t argue against it. They were the same. She couldn’t exactly judge him for the parade of women in and out of his bed, could she? Not when she’d had her fair share of epic loves over the years. Matt. Tyler. Jesse. Damon. But that was the difference. He wanted distraction. Flings. Emotionless fucks that wouldn’t get attached. And she was thoroughly incapable of not getting attached. Besides, she was better now. As awful as Damon had been, he’d shown her how dangerous it was to fall for guys like that. She’d learned her lesson. She wasn’t keen on repeating it. But he was too damn convincing for his own good. And as hard as she tried, she couldn’t deny the fact that he had an effect on her. Her eyes locked on his as he leaned forward, settling into a glare when his hand brushed a strand of hair away from her face. ❝ I’m not the kind of girl you want, trust me. ❞ It sounded like an insult, but whether it was against him, or her, she couldn’t quite tell. ❝ I don’t sleep with guys who don’t care about me. ❞ Not anymore. Reclaiming a bit of her resolve, Caroline lifted her hand to swat his away.
