I cross my arms, and the motion makes his pullover, his goddamn pullover that I’m still wearing, ride up just enough to expose another inch of skin at my waist. The same inch he touched earlier in the elevator. “This is ridiculous.”
“You’ve mentioned that,” he says.
“And you’re not going to leave, are you?”
“Not a chance in hell.”
I let out a long, defeated sigh that makes my whole body deflate. “Fine. Fine! But if you think this means we’re picking up where we left off…”
“I had no such thoughts.” He holds up his hands in surrender. “I’ll be the picture of restraint and decorum.”
“That’ll be the freaking day.” I turn back into my apartment, leaving the door open behind him. “Give me five minutes. And stay right there. ‘You shall not pass’ and all that. Got it?”
He mimes drawing a li
