Well that was disappointing. And a bit surprising, but she’d had a bit of that recently. That stuffed shirt in the furniture store that had turned out not to be so stuffy after all. And now the hot guy, who suddenly wasn’t so attractive.
Why was he acting like she was going to smudge his shirt? Okay, yeah, she’d wrinkled it up a bit, but it wasn’t like she had cooties or anything. There was no reason for him to talk to her like that! It was rude. It was insulting. And to think, she was going to let him maybe touch her tushie in the bat house. That thought had tickled her on several levels, but now, ho boy, now he wasn’t getting even a preliminary grope!
He was still essentially holding her hands, and while there was an inclination to yank herself away from him, she decided since he didn’t seem to like her touching him that she’d just keep doing it. Yeah. Let him suffer! So she tightened her fingers around his and leaned in close, her eyes narrowing slightly.
“It’s not exactly commonplace for someone to be following an innocent girl through a zoo, is it?” Her words might have mimicked his, but her tone was definitely sharper.
Harley opened her mouth to give him her opinion on guys that stalked girls through public places without following up on the implied attraction, when she stopped abruptly. That thing that she hadn’t been able to put her finger on before, that thing that made him seem off, it was back. Only a lot stronger now that she was this close. Maybe it was because he was wearing the sunglasses and she couldn’t really tell for sure where he was looking. Or maybe it was something else. But suddenly, she felt just a smidge uncomfortable.
She didn’t like that. At all. Suddenly nervous, she queried, “Hey, uh, have we met before?”
Maybe that’s what seemed odd. Because there definitely was. Harley was a firm believer in gut instinct. Logic and planning had only gotten her so far in life. It wasn’t until she started giving into those urges and instincts that she’d really started living and having fun. So she was going to listen to her gut now. And her gut was telling her that if she didn’t get a solid answer soon, she ought to consider running.
Harley slowly uncurled her fingers from his in preparation for a dash.