Maxx’s POV
“Go on.” Storm said. Only, I really didn’t want to. His soul felt like it had broccoli stuck on its teeth.
Did I really have to flirt with this guy?
“Well. Let’s, talk about us.” I said. I carefully toed closer to him, in rough proportion to how carefully I was stepping around this conversation.
Storm eyed me up and down.
Ew. Ew, gross. Gross, nasty, disgusting—
“How so?” He asked, with a smarmy smile. I wanted to wipe that smile off his face so bad.
“Well. Uh, you tell me. Where do you, uh. See us?”
Storm eyed me again. I knew it had been a bad answer. But his expression made it seem like it was a really, really bad answer.
“Where do I see us?”
“Yeah. In, uh. Five years.”
Oh, Goddess. Did I really just say that? This wasn’t a business deal. This wasn’t negotiating a relationship. If anything it was a bad attempt at de-escalation, because I just wanted to get away from this guy. And I was supposed to try to flirt with him?
How on earth do people flirt!?