He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning lazily against the wall. He snorted. "Lil, you can't lie to me. You aren't any good at it," he said, shaking his head. "I don't know what the hell is going on with you, but if you regret my kissing you, you can just tell me to bugger off."
He knew his cheeks were flaming and now he was avoiding her eyes. His head was bent toward the floor as he shuffled his foot nervously.