She turns back to me. “Get what?”
“This violent streak you have is very unbecoming.”
She stops where she is and walks back down a step toward me, and I shrink back from her. “Tristan.”
“Yes, Claire.”
“Shut your mouth.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’m going to shut it for you.”
“Violent,” I mouth as I follow her upstairs and watch from the doorway as she lays Patrick down in bed and takes his shoes off. She brushes his hair back from his forehead and kisses him good night. She then turns the light off, and we walk back out into the hallway.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I ask.
“A place that you’ll never get to. Go downstairs.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t want to go there anyway, Claire.”
Her eyes hold mine. “Good.”
“Yes, good,” I blurt back. “We’re over, remember?”
“Exactly, so why bother coming here?”
We stare at each other, and that feeling comes over me, the one where I want to push her up against the wall and kiss her senseless.
Her eyes drop to my lips, and I know she can feel it too.
“Well, where am I going to sleep?” I ask. “I can’t drive.”
“Call your limo driver.”
“He’s off tonight.”
“Why not call an Uber?”
“They ran out of cars.”
She narrows her eyes. “I know what you’re doing.”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Tristan.” She brushes past me and rushes back down the stairs as I stay hot on her heels.
“So where will I sleep?” I ask.
With you?
“I suppose you can have Woofy’s bed, and he can sleep with me.”
My face falls in horror. “You would rather sleep with the dog than with me?”
“I would, actually.”
“What happened to the fun, hot Claire who fucks me senseless?”