My mouth fell open at his lack of remorse. “You’ll have sex with her, but you won’t take her number?”
Travis leaned on the counter with his elbows. “Why would I want her number if I’m not going to call her?”
“Why would you sleep with her if you’re not going to call her?”
“I don’t promise anyone anything, Pidge. She didn’t stipulate a relationship before she spread eagle on my couch.”
I stared at the couch with revulsion. “She’s someone’s daughter, Travis. What if, down the line, someone treats your daughter like that?”
“My daughter better not drop her panties for some jackass she just met, let’s put it that way.”
I crossed my arms, angry that he made sense. “So, besides admitting that you’re a jackass, you’re saying that because she slept with you, she deserved to be tossed out like a stray cat?”
“I’m saying that I was honest with her. She’s an adult, it was consensual … she was a little too eager about it, if you want to know the truth. You act like I committed a crime.”
“She didn’t seem as clear about your intentions, Travis.”
“Women usually justify their actions with whatever they make up in their heads. She didn’t tell me upfront that she expected a relationship any more than I told her I expected sex with no strings. How is it any different?”
“You’re a pig.”
Travis shrugged. “I’ve been called worse.”
I stared at the couch, the cushions still askew and bunched up from its recent use. I recoiled at the thought of how many women had given themselves away against the fabric. Itchy fabric at that.
“I guess I’m sleeping on the recliner,” I grumbled.
“Why?”
I glared at him, furious over his confused expression. “I’m not sleeping on that thing! God knows what I’d be lying in!”
He lifted my luggage off the floor. “You’re not sleeping on the couch or the recliner. You’re sleeping in my bed.”
“Which is more unsanitary than the couch, I’m sure.”
“There’s never been anyone in my bed but me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Give me a break!”
“I’m absolutely serious. I bag ’em on the couch. I don’t let them in my room.”
“Then why am I allowed in your bed?”
One corner of his mouth pulled up into an impish grin. “Are you planning on having sex with me tonight?”
“No!”
“That’s why. Now get your cranky ass up, take your hot shower, and then we can study some Bio.”
I glared at him for a moment and then grudgingly did as he commanded. I stood under the shower entirely too long, letting the water wash away my aggravation. Massaging the shampoo through my hair, I sighed at how wonderful it was to shower in a noncommunal bathroom again—no flip-flops, no toiletry bag, just the relaxing blend of water and steam.
The door opened, and I jumped. “Mare?”
“No, it’s me,” Travis said.
I automatically wrapped my arms over the parts I didn’t want him to see. “What are you doing in here? Get out!”
“You forgot a towel, and I brought your clothes, and your toothbrush, and some weird face cream I found in your bag.”