“Why are you here, Lily?” he asked, plopping down on the sofa.
She sat across from him and crossed her legs demurely. “To see you, of course.”
“What do you want from me? I get the feeling it’s not to resume a childhood friendship.”
She leaned into him, resting her hands on his bare knees. “Don’t you find me attractive?” Her lips curled upward, certain of his answer.
“You’ll do, I suppose,” he said drily.
Lily straightened. “Why are you so hostile? I thought after our kiss we were on more...friendly terms.”
He frowned. “You know I’ll be leaving in a few weeks. I’m not the settling-down type.”
But that’s because you haven’t known me. “So you say.”
He crossed his arms, studying her. “I’m not in the market for a permanent relationship.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Nashoba Bowman. You haven’t heard me say I want anything of the kind.”
“Then that leads back to my original question. What do you want?”
You. I want you. “While you’re here, let’s see what happens,” she answered carefully. After what had happened with his past two girlfriends, she didn’t want to push too hard and scare him away. “Look, you used to be my best friend. Can’t we at least be friends now and explore if something else is there for however long you’re here?”
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