Drunk In Love (Crushing Hard Series Book 3)

Dear Diary:04/07/2019

Wednesday

Today Scott was back in the office. My heart raced the moment I saw him, pounding so loudly that it drowned out everything else. Concentrating on work became impossible as I stole glances at him, watching him move with such effortless coolness. Each look made my heart ache, my knees weak. It was as if he didn’t care — as if Saturday hadn’t happened, as if I hadn’t made him weak in my arms. The detachment was confusing, but I had asked him to back off, and he was respecting that. Still, yoh, I didn’t think this through. I wasn’t ready for the distance, the way it hurt to have him so close, yet so far away.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I decided to corner him alone, desperate for his attention, for the heat of his gaze on me. I needed him to see me again, even if just for a moment. When he got up to head to the kitchen, I shot out of my chair, following him. Sam's eyes followed me with amusement as if he knew what I was up to.

Scott was alone in the kitchen, making a cup of coffee, when I approached. "Hey, Scott," I said, trying to sound tres cool and casual.

He looked up, surprised, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Hey, Thandi. I see you finally decided to come talk to me." His smile was lopsided, and just like that, my stomach did a little flip.

"Don’t flatter yourself," I lied, too easily. "I didn’t know you were here. I just came to make a cup of tea."

He locked those piercing blue eyes on me, and I nearly looked away. It was too much. I don’t know if it was the sex, but when he looked at me now, it felt like he could see through me, like he could read every feeling I was trying to hide.

"Right," he said, clearly not buying it. "So, are you coming home with me?" His grin was playful, teasing — and it knocked the air out of me.

I had to grip the counter for support. My knees were about to give out. "Scott!" I gasped. "You know I can’t."

He laughed, shrugging with that maddening nonchalance. "Yeah, I know. I just thought I’d try to change your mind in person."

"That was you trying?" I quipped, trying to recover some ground. "That was weak."

His eyes darkened, and my throat went dry. "We both know if I really tried, you’d be coming with me."

I blinked, caught off guard, unsure of how to respond. The air between us thickened, charged with all the unspoken desire.

"I'm just respecting your decision," he finally said, his voice softer now. And then, without waiting for a response, he picked up his cup and walked away.

I stood there, disappointed, a part of me wishing — hoping — that he had tried harder to change my mind. Damn him and his respect.