He nodded, waving a hand as he rested against the wall, still chuckling.
“You’re so getting your ass kicked today.” I slammed the door again. And turned in a huff, already running my hands through my tangled hair. And stopped dead.
Ezra was standing a few feet back, arms crossed and resting his shoulder against the wall, staring at me with a hooded gaze. My own instantly hid half my eyes, and I went into motion, moving past him to…well, hide in my closet under the guise of getting dressed. But when I came out he was reclining on the bed, looking fucking good as hell. He was also waiting for me. Hell, at least I was now clothed in a pair of black cargos, a t-shirt, and boots.
Crossing my arms, I asked, “What?”
He stared at me for a long moment, and then asked calmly, “You’re not sleeping with him?”
I snorted, dropping my arms and moving into the bathroom to brush my hair. “No, I’m not.”
Another pause, then a quiet, “I’ve slept with four women since we stopped.”
My hands instantly trembled on the brush, but I gripped it hard and focused on my task, wanting to run the fuck out of here.
I heard the bed squeak, which it had started doing during our three weeks together on it, and he was suddenly resting his shoulder against the doorframe. “I thought you were sleeping with him. He’s never touched you before and he started doing it this week. You’ve been spending so much time together,” he ran a quick hand through his hair as I set the brush down and picked up a hair tie, “I thought you were having sex.”
Breathing through my nose slowly, I studied my hair in the mirror. “Well, we’re not.” My movements were slow and controlled, making sure I got my hair up right on the first try. “It doesn’t matter anyway, Ezra. I realize you were mistaken, thinking I was flaunting him in front of you, and that’s why you tried to hurt my feelings by saying what you did about Rose.” My gaze flicked to black robe. “It still smells of her by the way.”
He instantly backed up, undoing the buttons. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
I waved a hand, walking out past him. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just an adjustment period.”
“Lily, sweetheart—”
“Don’t call me that.” I stopped, my attention snapping to him. Too many memories.
He dropped the robe on the ground, and took three long strides to me. His hand lifted, wavering next to my cheek, and I quickly stepped back, away from him, utterly pissed, but trying to be cordial. His eyebrows slammed together, his hand dropping as his nostrils flared. He loomed over me, and my head crooked, staring up at him. He inhaled deeply, his eyes shutting. He took two steps back. “You were gone all night. I thought…” His eyes opened, void of emotion. “You smell like sex.”
I shrugged, turning and walking toward the door. “You asked me not to flaunt it, Ezra, so why are you asking me?” I stopped, turning abruptly to face him. “And why the hell would you tell me you’ve slept with four women? What on earth makes you think I would want to know that?” I didn’t care that my voice was the tiniest bit shrill.
His nostrils flared, and very slowly he asked, “Did you have sex last night?”
My eyes widened in incredulity. “And what makes you think you have the right to ask me that?”
He stared. “I told you honestly how many women I’ve slept with—”
“Which I didn’t wish to know!”
“—and I would like the same honesty from you.”
My own nostrils flared in anger. “Yes, Ezra, I had sex all night long.” I paused. “Does that make you feel any better?”
His jaw clenching was answer enough. “Who?”
It was too tempting to pass up. “Who are the women you’ve slept with?”
Instant. “Rose, Jessica, Kiki, and Catherine.”
Something inside me broke hearing the names of the women he had slept with spill off his tongue so fluidly. My shoulders hunched as I rubbed at my chest. My feet moved as if on their own, pulling me away from the man who was causing the hurt.
His hooded gaze darted across my face, and he inhaled deeply, then shouted, “Goddamn it, Lily, I thought you were screwing Fergus!”
I jerked at his hostility, but kept moving backward, shaking my head. “This is what we both wanted.”
He ran a hand over his face, cursing, but not arguing my point, then asked quietly, “Was it Finn?”
I saw no point in lying now. “Yes.”
His gaze stayed lowered. “Was last night the first time you’ve had sex since us?”
“Yes.”
I quickly left the room as he began tearing it apart.
I got my ass handed to me by dirt boy. “Oh, shut up.” I glared at him as he smirked.
He shrugged. “I didn’t say anything.” Ah, but his grin increased.
I slapped a hand over it. “That’s what I’m talking about.”