The Girl With Hearts (Midtown Brotherhood #1) by Savannah Blevins
Authors: Savannah Blevins
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feelings, and you just disappointed her—again, apparently. Does it even bother you?”
He shook his head, half laughing. “Okay, let me get this straight. First, you’re pissed that they call, and now you’re upset when I blow them off. What do you want from me?”
“Nothing. That’s the point. I expect nothing from you.” She whirled around, acutely aware of the heat flooding her face, and her pulse racing. She’d let herself go too far, and she would surely pay the price for it later. She needed to leave before things got worse.
Henrik was on her heels, though, and he caught the edge of her shirt before she could reach the door and turned her around to face him. “Stop. Please.”
She bit her lip, her entire body trembling. “No. This conversation is over.”
They would have been nose to nose if Henrik weren’t so damn tall. “Not even close,” he growled back at her.
The handle on the door behind them started to jiggle, but neither of them moved. When Austin walked in, Drew tight on his heels, they stood off to the side, staring at the sight of them.
“What the hell is going on?” Austin demanded, his evaluating glare going between them.
“Nothing,” Henrik answered, never breaking eye contact. “Just a gentle disagreement between friends.”
“Gentle,” Austin scoffed. “We could hear you yelling at each other all the way down the hallway. Now, I am going to ask you one more time. What’s going on?”
Her blood pumped too fast through her system. Her head felt light. Small balls of light flashed in front of her eyes, and she knew she only had minutes before everything would go from terrible to tragic. She needed to take her medicine. Lie down and rest. She spun around on her heel and headed for the door.
“Running again,” Henrik said bitterly. “Really?”
She knew it was mean, but the words left her mouth before she even thought it through. “Watching me go again. Really?”
She slammed the door in his face and rushed down the hallway. She had more important things to worry about right now than Henrik Rylander’s stunted feelings.
Chapter 11
HENRIK’S JEALOUSY
Henrik was dead tired, his muscles aching after the three-hour practice, and any other day, he would have trudged home and crashed in his bed until he lost consciousness. Except, it was pointless, because he’d already tried that yesterday and every other day this week, only to end up lying there for hours thinking about Leila. Her words haunted him, and he couldn’t quite figure them—or her—out.
If she didn’t want to be friends, why did she take his offer to hang out?
If her goal was to avoid dinner, then she could have easily ditched him when they got back to the apartment. She hadn’t, though. Instead, she’d helped order pizza, and they’d had an actual, meaningful conversation.
He’d never told anyone about his mother, and he wasn’t sure why he chose that exact moment to tell Leila, except it felt like the right thing to do.
The right thing.
He wondered if he even knew what the right thing was anymore. Sam told him to be Leila’s friend, to ignore his natural instinct to seek out the physical gratification he knew they could provide each other, and just be a nice guy. Leila wanted no part of his nice guy routine, though. Either that, or she saw through it completely. He couldn’t help that he was attracted to her. It took every ounce of his crumbling willpower not to touch her, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be friends too.
She was jealous of the other women, or at least, she acted jealous. For all he knew, it was merely disgust, cleverly disguised as jealously. Either way, she made it obvious they could never be friends if he had other women coming around. He’d been honest about one thing, though. He didn’t care if she pissed them off. It didn’t matter to him if she ran off every last one of them.
It should, but it didn’t.
His
He shook his head, half laughing. “Okay, let me get this straight. First, you’re pissed that they call, and now you’re upset when I blow them off. What do you want from me?”
“Nothing. That’s the point. I expect nothing from you.” She whirled around, acutely aware of the heat flooding her face, and her pulse racing. She’d let herself go too far, and she would surely pay the price for it later. She needed to leave before things got worse.
Henrik was on her heels, though, and he caught the edge of her shirt before she could reach the door and turned her around to face him. “Stop. Please.”
She bit her lip, her entire body trembling. “No. This conversation is over.”
They would have been nose to nose if Henrik weren’t so damn tall. “Not even close,” he growled back at her.
The handle on the door behind them started to jiggle, but neither of them moved. When Austin walked in, Drew tight on his heels, they stood off to the side, staring at the sight of them.
“What the hell is going on?” Austin demanded, his evaluating glare going between them.
“Nothing,” Henrik answered, never breaking eye contact. “Just a gentle disagreement between friends.”
“Gentle,” Austin scoffed. “We could hear you yelling at each other all the way down the hallway. Now, I am going to ask you one more time. What’s going on?”
Her blood pumped too fast through her system. Her head felt light. Small balls of light flashed in front of her eyes, and she knew she only had minutes before everything would go from terrible to tragic. She needed to take her medicine. Lie down and rest. She spun around on her heel and headed for the door.
“Running again,” Henrik said bitterly. “Really?”
She knew it was mean, but the words left her mouth before she even thought it through. “Watching me go again. Really?”
She slammed the door in his face and rushed down the hallway. She had more important things to worry about right now than Henrik Rylander’s stunted feelings.
Chapter 11
HENRIK’S JEALOUSY
Henrik was dead tired, his muscles aching after the three-hour practice, and any other day, he would have trudged home and crashed in his bed until he lost consciousness. Except, it was pointless, because he’d already tried that yesterday and every other day this week, only to end up lying there for hours thinking about Leila. Her words haunted him, and he couldn’t quite figure them—or her—out.
If she didn’t want to be friends, why did she take his offer to hang out?
If her goal was to avoid dinner, then she could have easily ditched him when they got back to the apartment. She hadn’t, though. Instead, she’d helped order pizza, and they’d had an actual, meaningful conversation.
He’d never told anyone about his mother, and he wasn’t sure why he chose that exact moment to tell Leila, except it felt like the right thing to do.
The right thing.
He wondered if he even knew what the right thing was anymore. Sam told him to be Leila’s friend, to ignore his natural instinct to seek out the physical gratification he knew they could provide each other, and just be a nice guy. Leila wanted no part of his nice guy routine, though. Either that, or she saw through it completely. He couldn’t help that he was attracted to her. It took every ounce of his crumbling willpower not to touch her, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be friends too.
She was jealous of the other women, or at least, she acted jealous. For all he knew, it was merely disgust, cleverly disguised as jealously. Either way, she made it obvious they could never be friends if he had other women coming around. He’d been honest about one thing, though. He didn’t care if she pissed them off. It didn’t matter to him if she ran off every last one of them.
It should, but it didn’t.
His
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