I lower my gaze.
He's right.
We're not lovers.
…Then what are we?
And why does that question hurt more than any answer?
Alex looks at me for a long second before speaking again.
"Evan."
I look at him, distracted. "What?"
He tilts his head slightly. "What are you thinking about?"
I push the thoughts away, bury them deep, and shake my head. "Nothing. Tell me—why did you come here?"
A small, knowing smile curves his lips. "Answer my question first. Then I'll answer yours."
I look away, already annoyed. "Which question?"
He doesn't hesitate. Doesn't let it slide. "If you two aren't lovers… then what are you?"
My jaw tightens. His questions never end.
I clench my jaw, irritation crawling up my spine.
"We're business partners," I say flatly.
He laughs, soft and teasing. "Business partners on bed?"
Heat rushes to my face, sharp and embarrassing. My ears burn. What does he want from me—an explanation, a confession, or just to watch me squirm?
