“You thought by being aloof at work I would be convinced to have sex with you again?”
“What about calling me incompetent? Did you think I’d find you sexually attractive when you questioned my skill level?”
He runs a hand through his hair before tugging on the ends. “Maybe I should leave,” he repeats.
I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. “Yes, I think that is a good idea.”
He kisses Mom goodbye before striding out the door. I asked him to leave, so I can’t feel upset at his following my request. Yet, I do.
This is exactly why I didn’t want to get involved with him. I knew any involvement would be complicated. I was right. For the first time in my life, I’m not enjoying being proven right. In fact, I’m quite certain I wouldn’t mind being proven incorrect in this instance.