The sky was vibrant orange and pink over the lake as Marc and I sat on his couch.
“You have a million-dollar view,” I said.
“I’d like to think it’s priceless.”
I turned toward him and smiled. His right arm was draped around me as I sat with my legs pulled up on the cushions. “I love how your smile is crooked.”
“Is it?” His grin widened.
“Even more crooked now.” I leaned in and kissed him.
When we broke apart, he said, “Hmm, I’ll have to do that more often if I know it’ll get a kiss outta you. Maybe if I frown and play the sad and misunderstood part well, I’ll even get more than a kiss.”
I scoffed and playfully shoved him in the shoulder, causing him to remove his arm from me. My gesture had been meant in jest, but I’d pulled away enough for Marc to notice.
“Why do you do that?” he asked.
“Even time I try to get close to you or make a stupid joke about sex, you freak.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“I’m the actor here, not you, Arianna. I don’t mean to pry, but something’s just…off. You know I’d never pressure you to do something you don’t want, right?”
“Of course I know that.” I forced a laugh. “Maybe I’m just not that physical of a person.”
“Okay. You are twenty-five, though…a grown woman. It seems to me we like each other a whole lot, so I’m just trying to understand what’s going on. I see the way your eyes dash around, like you’re searching for the nearest exit, whenever sex comes up. Your body tenses under my touch.”