Whatever, he crossed the line

I arch a brow at him, giving a small, tight smile.

“Wow, you really don’t waste time, do you?” I say, my tone light, but there’s an edge there, sharper than before. “Ryan, maybe save the personal trainer special offers for someone else, say, Monica!?”

His grin falters, and for the first time this morning, he looks a little sheepish.

“Right. Shit. I didn’t mean—”

I wave it off, already shifting on the couch, grabbing the remote like I’m hunting for a distraction.

“It’s fine. Let’s just... watch the movie, yeah?”

He nods quickly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

He leans back, suddenly looking like he wants to sink into the cushions and disappear. The playful energy between us is gone instantly.

The stupid comedy starts up — some guy tripping over a dog or something — and the silence between us is louder than the dialogue.

I cross my arms loosely over my chest, staring at the screen but not really watching. My mind drifts.

God, how long until Monica gets back?

Every now and then I catch Ryan sneaking glances at me, probably checking if I’m still annoyed, but I keep my eyes on the TV, giving him nothing to work with.

And that’s how we sit — two people who were having a good time until one of them pushed it too far. I just hope he doesn't push it with other girls as well...