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Chapter 44

"My brain hurts," I said, lying down on his bed and throwing a pillow over my face.

"I'm satisfied with how much we've done; we can stop for the day," He said, taking his glasses off and carefully putting them back in their case.

"Please," I said, taking the pillow off my face to give him a pleading look.

He nodded and gave me an amused smile.

"What time is it? My dad gets home at twelve," I said, reaching for my phone.

"It's six," He said, yawning.

"Tired?"

"I could use a nap. Want to watch a movie?" He asked.

"Sure, you pick," I said; my head was still reeling from the amount of work we did. He grabbed the remote and sat next to me.

"Hey, do you think they'll still be talking about me tomorrow in school?" I asked turning to look at him.

"Some. Maybe. Some people don't have much going on, so they have to talk about other people to entertain themselves. It's not that big a deal; no one thinks you're actually promiscuous." He said, looking down at me.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you have 'good girl' written all over your face. I'm surprised Chris even tried."

"I mean, I'm not like abstinent."

"Really? You look like the type that is," He said sounding surprised. 

"Well, I am not," I said, kind of annoyed.

"Okay, okay. I didn't know you were so wild and crazy back in Miami; no need to get insulted," He said putting his hands up in defeat.

"I mean, I'm not saying that either," I said, annoyed.

"How far have you gone with a guy?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

I blushed.

"None of your business."

"Why? I'm not going to judge you, just quantify it," He said, his eyes meeting mine.

"Quantify it?"

"Yeah, like base numbers," He explained. 

"Like in baseball? Are you in middle school?" I scoffed.

"No, but you're acting super awkward, so I figured it would be an easier way you could explain it."

I sighed, giving in, "I guess just kissing and like over the clothes touching,"

"That's it?"

"Yeah," I said, shrugging.

"Huh." He said and turned the tv on.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, it's less than I had you pegged for based on what I saw with Chris."

"Well, that's kind of why we stopped," I said I was not going to mention that before Chris I had barely even made out. 

"I know I heard everything. Our windows aren't soundproof," He said, deadpanned. 

"If you heard me tell Chris everything, why are you asking me?" I said, looking up at him.

"Maybe you were lying to him to get out of hooking up." He shrugged. 

"I wasn't."

"Okay,"

I scoffed, "You're annoying," I said,  covering my face with my arms.

"What? Why?" He laughed and nudged my arms off my face.

"Because you always ask me uncomfortable questions, yet you never talk about yourself."

"You barely ask me anything. I'm an open book. Do you want to know how far I've gone?"

"No need. I heard you and Abigail. Your walls aren't soundproof either—Daddy," I said squinting my eyes. 

He laughed, "Did hearing that make you that uncomfortable? It's the second time you mention it."

"Just put on the movie," I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Why does that upset you so much?" He asked, sliding down to meet me at eye level and turning on his side to face me. I could see that he had a stupid smile on his face from my peripheral vision, but I refused to look in his direction.

"It doesn't. Put the movie on."

"Aren't you going to sit up?" He said, sitting up to lean on the headboard.

"No. I'm comfortable."

"You're comfortable?"

"Yes. Cozy even."

"Do you want to be cozier?" He asked, getting up.

"What are you doing?"

He started opening the window next to the bed.

"Robbie, it's cold outside," I protested.

"Yeah, that's the point," He said.

He turned on the fireplace and walked around the bed to open the window on the other side.

"My mom and dad used to do this with Maria and me as kids. We would open the windows and snuggle in the covers and watch a movie. It was nice," He said, shrugging.

He climbed into the bed and got underneath the covers with me.

"You're crazy; we're going to catch a cold," I said.

"You're not going to catch a cold; stop being a bore."

"Are you trying to be funny with me?" I said, suddenly suspicious.

"What?"

"Is this something you do with other girls?" I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Are you implying that I'm trying to seduce you?" He said, giving me an amused grin.

"Yes."

"Well, I'm not. I also never did this with anyone. Usually, when I have a girl on my bed, there's a lot less clothing involved. Though I am not opposed to the idea of copying that part."

When I failed to laugh at his joke he turned on his side, "Lia, you've spent a night alone in a house with me. We watched two movies on this bed. If I had the intentions of trying something, wouldn't I have done so already?"

"Maybe you're trying to cook me like a frog."

"What?" he laughed. 

"Yeah, like sneak up on me. I'm in tepid water and then the heat comes on slowly and before I know it I'm a cooked frog."

He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, "no Lia, I'm not trying to trick you."

I looked at him for a long time. He was dangerous, I thought to myself. His voice was so innocent and unassuming, but his eyes were mesmerizing, and his smell intoxicating, and his touch had a funny way of slowly peeling away any ability I had to reason. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"Fine," I said, I still had my arms crossed in front of me.

"Are you cold?"

"You know I am; you just opened a window in 30-degree weather."

"Were you telling the truth when you said you trusted me?" He asked me with that impenetrable look in his eyes.

"Yeah," I said slowly, suddenly unsure.

"Then you can come closer. I'm not going to bite."

My eyebrow flicked up. "Or stay there your choice," He said grinning.

This was a game to him.

I hesitated, then sighed and moved closer to him. My body pressed against his side. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, and I snuggled into his chest. This is nice; I admitted to myself.

"Your leg doing okay?"

"Mhm," I answered.

"The cold weather is probably good for the swelling. The doctor did say to ice it."

"I don't think this is what she meant," I said, looking up at him.

I felt him chuckle, and he pressed play on the remote, starting the movie; we watched it silently. I could feel his heart beating under my hand. It was beating hard, but nothing crazy. Maybe he was honest, and this was just innocent.

Pretty early in the movie, I felt myself dozing off.

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