Chapter 40

Rohan tossed the Band-Aid box into the Rubbermaid, the look on his face daring me to say something.

I bit back a sigh. "Do we need to talk about this?" Much as I didn't want to share my deeply held beliefs around the whole kissing thing, I also didn't want-couldn't afford-weirdness with him.

"We don't need to do anything." His amber eyes were clouded with anger.

I tried to convince myself that not all of it was directed at me but I wasn't that deluded.

"Look, about last night-"

He fit the lid back on the container and hefted it up. "Nope." He popped the "p" for emphasis. "Changed my mind. There is something you need to do."

I smoothed down the edge of the Band-Aid. "Yes?"

"Not talk."

"Ever?"

"Is that an option?" he asked.

I held up my middle finger. "Thanks for the bandage."

He stomped off, grabbing a second container along the way.

"I see," Ari said as he entered, listening to Rohan pound down the stairs.

"No, you really don't." I sank down onto my bed.