“So, you’re telling me you’re not willing to be exclusive?” he confirmed, his lips twitching with amusement like he’d expected that anyway. “No, idiot. Now can I go get my breakfast?” “Do you wanna hang out later?” he asked, still blocking my way. “If I say maybe, will you let me leave?” “You’re busy later, Roxy,” Darius said from right behind me and I jerked around, scowling up at him and wondering how much of our conversation he’d been eavesdropping on. “No, I’m not,” I replied, wondering what he was going on about.
