"You were joking about the s*x tape thing. Right?" I ask Sloan after a rather long, unpleasant hour or so of silence.
We've been sitting in the living room of my apartment, staring at the TV, yet neither of us are really paying any attention to what's on it.
He looks over at me and smirks. "Of course I was joking. I can't believe you actually believed me."
"I didn't."
His smirk grows even wider. "So you just cooperated out of the goodness of your heart? That's so unlike you."
I roll my eyes and scoff. "You barely even know me. Don't act like you've figured me out. I'm not a Rubix Cube."
He chuckles to himself. "Or maybe you are; complicated and frustrating."
"There's the door, Cole," I say, gesturing behind us. "No one is forcing you to stay here."
He laughs sarcastically and l
