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This is new to me too. Intimacy after the physical act of sex. I wasn’t a jerk about it, but I definitely never stuck around to snuggle with anyone else afterward.
“Sophie and Nadia like you,” she tells me.
“They didn’t judge me for falling asleep like an old man?”
I feel her laugh reverberate against my cheek. “No. They both work a lot too. Plus, you don’tlooklike an old man, so that helps.”
“Is that a compliment, Red?” I tease, tilting my head back so I can see her face.
“Like you don’t know I think you’re hot.”
“I like it when you say it.”
“Fine. You’re hot, okay?”
I smile. “Okay.”
“Sophie wants to get set up with Oliver. She’s planning to break up with Kyle.”
“She’d be better off sticking with the surgeon.”
Scarlett raises a brow. “Why?”
“Remember when you asked about me and Candace?”
“Yeah.”
“Remember what I said?”
“Holy shit. Seriously?”
“Yep.” I pop the P. “My dad is going to find out—if he doesn’t know already—and I’ll get stuck in the middle.”
“Wow.” She hesitates. “Can I ask you something? Totally unrelated to the whole Oliver sleeping with your stepmother drama. I’ve just been meaning to.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“The other night, Asher mentioned your desk. How you don’t like other people touching it. Why?”
“Maybe I just don’t like people touching my stuff,” I tease.
“Is that why?”
I exhale. “No. It was my mom’s desk. She came from money too. Her family had a shipping business. She inherited it and handled a lot of the work—had her own office in the house and everything. My dad sold the company after she died. At the time, I thought he was being callous. Now…” I look over at her. “Now, I think the reminders might have hurt too much.”
There’s a long stretch of silence between us. “Would you sellHaute?”
Talk about a loaded question. And it’s soScarlett. Testing my feelings for her by discussing business. “No,” I reply. “I wouldn’t.”
She holds my gaze, but I canfeelhow much she wants to look away. I can tell what she thinks I’m saying.
“I would make sure it thrived because I think that’s what you would want. My father is a coward when it comes to his feelings. I wouldn’t try to forget. I would fight like hell to remember.”
I’ve never seen Scarlett cry. She doesn’t now, but there’s a sheen covering her hazel eyes that suggests she might be close to it. Her hand is still in my hair, and she uses it to tug me closer, until our lips are just a few breaths apart.
“I wouldn’t sell either,” she whispers, before she kisses me.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
