“That’s what I thought. You don’t do hookups, do you, Forrest. And for me, that’s all I’m interested in. So, you continue to sit here in your tower and wait for Snow White to come knocking on your door and then produce you seven little offspring. But don’t you dare look down on me for the way I live my life. You have no idea what’s inside here or here.” I point to both my head and then my heart. I’m surprised at how calm my voice stays.

I’m not letting him upset me this time. The more we argue about this, then at least it’s finally out in the open, not just an innuendo here and there.

“Let’s just leave it that our sex lives are our own business, and we agree they don’t happen here.” Placing my wine glass on the table, I too stand up and start to leave the room.

“I’m not done!” he yells after me.

“Well, I am. Good night, Forrest,” I call over my shoulder as I continue walking away.

“Why me, why do you want to fuck me!” His bold statement has me stopping in my tracks.

I have a split second to make a decision on how to answer this. And I choose the safe option.

“It doesn’t matter, because it’s never happening. Forget it, and I will too. Good night, friend.” This time I don’t stop and just continue to my room, closing the door and leaning my body against it.

That’s it.

I’ve said how it is and just put him in the friend zone. It’s a shame to miss out on that body. And with his demanding nature, I imagine sex with him would have been amazing, but it’s his loss. The opportunity is off the table now.

Now I just have to be the one to move on and pull back the flirting. I keep repeating my new mantra. He’s just a friend. A grumpy one, but he’s just a friend.

FORREST

How the hell did we just go from arguing about who is going to cook dinner tomorrow night to that?

Harper basically gave me the invitation to fuck her tonight and make her feel better. Oh, and I could have easily pushed her back down onto the couch, stripped her clothes off, and fucked her like she has never been fucked before, but I couldn’t. Especially when she can’t even tell me why she wants me.

Can’t she see there is more to life than that?