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were we going to be living together for two weeks, I was pretty much forbidden to leave the apartment. It only made sense that I was going to do whatever I could to amuse myself.
    Satisfied with my rational thinking, I cracked and peeled the eggs, tossing the shells into the trash before sitting down to join her. I raised a brow when I saw that she was already half-way through the plate of food. Was she really that anxious to get away from me?
    “Is that all you’re going to eat?” she asked, gesturing to the bowl of eggs with her fork.
    “For now,” I said with a shrug before lifting a hard-boiled egg and biting into it. “What are you making for dinner?”
    April gaped at me and I forced myself not to laugh.
    “What makes you assume I’m making you dinner?”
    “Well, I made lunch. Quid pro quo.”
    “You boiled some eggs and put a plate in the microwave. A five year old could do that. Do you want a medal or something?”
    “You haven’t answered my question.”
    Her jaw clenched and her eyes hardened and I knew I was pushing just a little too hard. Time to pull it back just a tick.
    “Pizza would work for me,” I said, letting out an internal sigh of relief when she visibly relaxed.
    “Fine. I’ll buy since you were so kind to steal my bed, go through my stuff, and put a plate in the microwave for me. That’s totally a fair trade.”
    I rolled my eyes and popped another egg into my mouth. After a few minutes, she finished her food and moved to the sink to wash her plate, grabbing the pot I used and washing that along with it. She glanced back and reached her hand out, so I grabbed the last egg and handed over my now-empty bowl.
    While I chewed, I contemplated the best way to go about this. I was bound to piss her off no matter how I chose to phrase it, so I figured I might as well go for broke and wing it.
    “Tell me something, princess,” I said, waiting until she turned back and acknowledged me before I continued. “Why are you set on pretending that you hate me?”
    April snorted and turned her attention back to the dishes. “Who’s pretending?”
    I stood up and moved behind her, watching with a smile as her shoulders tensed up. “You are. We both know it, so why keep up the act?”
    The bowl dropped into the sink and she spun around, a fire in her eyes as she poked a finger to my chest. “Why do you keep up the act? The stupid bad boy womanizer bullshit persona that you put on for the media. I know you’re not like that— no one is.”
    The poking was starting to irritate the shit out of me, so I gripped her wrist tightly and angled it down to pin her hand against the sink. She squirmed a little, but was smart enough to know that she wasn’t going anywhere until I decided to let her go.
    “What you see is exactly what you get with me. The only one acting here is you .”
    “I’m not acting,” she hissed.
    “If you really have no interest in me, then why do you have my jerseys hanging in your closet?”
    Multiple emotions fluttered across her pretty face—anger, surprise, and finally embarrassment. Heat flooded to her cheeks as she renewed her effort to get away, but I clucked my tongue and shook my head.
    “Just admit it, sweetness. You don’t hate me. If you did, you surely wouldn’t be a fan of mine.”
    “Th-They were a gift from Lauren. I’ve been—”
    “Sleeping in them? Because they’re pretty well worn.” I chuckled and leaned closer, letting my other hand rest on her cheek the same way I did when I almost kissed her not even half an hour ago. “Sweetness, you just say the word and I’ll let you sleep in the real jersey. I don’t have it on me, but I can have it shipped here before I leave. One condition—you can’t wear anything underneath it.”
    She let out the sexiest whimper I’d ever heard and the sound went straight to my cock. In these shorts, the bulge of my hardness was rather obscene and I was desperately hoping she would open her eyes and look