He shuts the door and leans against it, giving me a scrutinizing gaze. He props his right foot on it and crosses his arms around his chest, biting on his lip. Angrily by the way.
“What was all that about?” He asks angrily.
“What exactly?”
“You and Ted. You are now kissing him?”
“Yes. What is it to you.”
“I will tell you what it is to me.” He uncrosses his arms and sets his foot on the floor. He approaches my desk and stops on the other side.
“We were kissing before you came here.” He says darkly.
“So?”
“I don’t expect to see you kissing him Lexi. You can’t kiss me barely an hour ago and come here to kiss my best friend. It doesn’t work that way.”
“To me it does.”
“Why are you so stubborn?” he rounds the desk to my side and leans towards me. “Why can’t you just keep your lips par
