Free Falling Away by Devon Ashley Page B

who met his glare with equal hostility. But it turned out he wasn’t going for Evan. He was coming for me. His face mere inches from mine, he firmly asked, “Have you ever kissed him before, or was this really the first time?”
                  My body recoiled into itself, my mind searching hard for the right words. “No,” I stammered. And although I spoke the truth – ‘cause Evan and I never had kissed outside that dream world – my conscience, who knew those dream feelings were legit, totally ratted me out by shaking, making it sound like I was lying.
                  “You know what?” Robert threw his hands up and backed away. “Never mind. She’s all yours. I’m done.”
                  “What? Robert!” I cried, dropping my scarf and following his quickening retreat. “Stop!”
                  He didn’t. He turned his back on me, climbed the stairs to our building and disappeared inside. I turned to Evan. “What the hell was that? What were you thinking?”
                  He pushed off and invaded my personal space once more, causing me to lean away in retreat. Now I felt the urge to shove his ass against the wall. “After everything we had, did you really think I wouldn’t come for you?”
                  “It wasn’t real, Evan. You can’t go screwing with what actually is. And don’t I get a say in this? Shouldn’t I be able to choose for myself, and not have you doing something stupid like that to jeopardize my relationship?”
                  “I’ll admit that didn’t go as planned.”
                  “Oh, yeah?” I mocked, crossing my arms as I glared at him.  Clearly, my anger amused him, as that wicked half-smile slowly began to curve. “What exactly was your plan?”
                  God, I hated the charm behind his smile, the seduction behind those eyes, the way his face could do this sexy smolder thing, and the way they were all chipping away at the grudge I was trying desperately to hold on to.
                  “Well…it involved me telling you I finally remembered everything we had, declaring my love for you, you throwing yourself into my arms, maybe you throwing me up against that wall in a heat of passion, dumping your boyfriend for me…”
                  “Uh-huh,” I muttered, not amused.
                  “But your boyfriend was never in any of the scenarios I ran through my head.”
                  I sighed, long and heavy, my eyes drifting to the frozen concrete below, shaking my head.
                  But even the softness of his voice wasn’t enough to reel me in tonight. “Jenna?”
                  His hand reached out for my cheek but I stepped away. “No. I’ll deal with you later, Evan. Good night.” I turned and ambled away.
                  “How could you not tell me? After everything that’s happened.”
                  “No way,” I snapped, twisting back at him, actually thrusting a pointed finger his way. “You don’t get to guilt me into having this conversation with you right now. Thanks to you I’ve gotta go salvage the real relationship I’ve been having.”
                  “Then when are we going to talk about it, Jenna?” he asked firmly. “You don’t get to shove me under the rug this time.”
                  “Go home, Evan.”
                  I didn’t wait for a response, rushing through the main door and taking the stairs two at a time, my wet boots squeaking with each step. This did not just happen! Please, please, please tell me I was just stuck in some cruel and horrible nightmare and that I did not just get caught with Evan’s lips on mine. Desperation got me to pinch the skin beneath my wrist.
                  Sigh …that’s what I was afraid