After I rejected Johnny’s phone call, Hayden and I couldn’t get back into the mood, so I agreed to just let him drive me home. The car ride was silent and awkward and sexually frustrating all at once. I was going to kill Johnny.
"I’m sorry," I said as Hayden pulled into my driveway.
"Don’t be. It’s not your fault your ex-boy toy takes every chance to screw me over, even without actually being in my presence. Guess we’re both in the ‘I Hate Johnny Orlando Club’ now."
I chuckled. "Guess so. Um, Hayden?" I nervously picked at chipped polish on my nail, "Do you wanna come inside?" The question slipped out before I had a chance to think through it.
Hayden subtly licked his lips. "Really?"
I shrugged. "Offer's on the table."
He pursed his mouth and squinted at me. "Do you wanna do this to
