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When she finally glanced back and saw me staring, her smile faltered.
“What?”
“Does it bother you? My age.”
She stopped walking again, cocking her head to the side as she thought about it. I held my breath as I waited, relieved beyond all explanation when she shrugged.
“Nope. And I assure you—it’s not because I have daddy issues or anything. My father and I had a great relationship.”
“Had?”
“He passed away when I was fifteen.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Though I guess I’m glad to hear you had a good relationship with him. Family is important.”
“It is. I talk to my mom for a few hours every week. Kind of a Sunday ritual we have.”
“Siblings?”
“Nah. I do have a stepbrother now. We’ve only met a handful of times so we’re not exactly close, but still. He lives in Colorado with my mom and his dad.”
She spoke more about her hometown as we turned around and made our way back to the car and I told her about my own family in return. When we got back to the lot and I saw there were only two cars left, I realized it was far later than I thought.
The two of us lingered at the trunk of my car where I hesitated to release her hand. I stole a glance at the face of my watch and let out a low gust of breath, giving her an apologetic smile when she frowned.
“It’s past midnight.”
“Really?” she asked, her eyes going wide with disbelief. “Wow. Time really does fly when you’re having fun.”
“That it does.”
I might not have dated for a while, but I did recognize the look on her face. She was waiting for me to make a move—to offer to extend the date by inviting her back to my place. She was waiting for it. She wanted it.
And fuck, I wanted it, too. I wanted it bad.
Which is exactly why I decided not to make the move.
“I like you. Hell, I like you a lot more than I probably should this early on.”
There was just enough light from the moon for me to see her cheeks tint with a blush and a shy little smile tug at her lips. Damn it, she was going to crack my resolve to do this right.
“I like you, too, Ethan.”
“Which is why I’m going to take you home now.”
Her lips parted in surprise and she blinked a number of times before she whispered, “Oh. Okay.”
I swallowed around the lump in my throat and ignored the way my body screamed to take it back—to take her to my bed and feel her warmth beneath me as I pounded into her.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“It’s not that I don’t want to take you to my place. Because I really fucking want to,” I ground out, smirking when she sucked in a shaky breath. “But I think I want to get to know you more as a person before getting to know you like that. Does that make sense?”
The weird part was I truly did want to know her—and it wasn’t just because I was worried about repeating the mistake of being blinded by great sex.
“It does,” she confirmed with a nod, her shy smile melting into something that looked almost like adoration. “And I’d like to get to know you more as well. In whatever kind of way you want.”
Jesus, this woman was going to kill me. I couldn’t recall a woman ever looking at me quite like Juliet did. It took all my willpower not to show my gratitude by sitting her on the trunk of my car and burying my face between her legs.
