“Dax?”
He huffs, looking away. “No. I couldn’t stop picturing you with that washcloth. You’re special.”
“So, you admit there’s something here between us?”
“It’s not enough, Sass. Being with me will be the biggest mistake you ever make.”
“But who said I had to step foot in the clubhouse to be with you?”
“You don’t expect me to hang around your country club, do you?”
I side-eye him. “You don’t exactly fit the dress code.”
He smirks. “Are you suggesting we meet up under the stars every night?”
I clutch my chest and sigh. “That actually sounds like magic.”
He shakes his head. “You’ll want more than that.”
“I’m surrounded by guys who say they can give me anything. If I wanted that, I wouldn’t be sitting here with you.”
“You don’t back down, do you?”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “You should just give in now.”
He wraps an arm around me. “You’re too much.”
I look out at the view and then back at him. “I know you want to be with me, or you wouldn’t have brought me out to your favorite spot.”
“Well, you needed to get away, and I wanted to see what a girl like you is like out of her element.”
“Apparently, she loves it.”
With urgency, we lean in at the same time, sharing a short, soft kiss. This time, I take in something that my heart made me block out last time. I pull away, turning green.
“Hey, what is it?” he asks with concern.
I wince. “The cigarettes. I can taste them when I kiss you.”
“Oops. Maybe I need some gum.”
“Or chug some mouthwash.”
Dax grins, silently chuckling. “Noted.”
“So, are you willing to give us a chance?” I cross my fingers. “I’ve never spoken so candidly with someone, and this was raw for you too. Like you said, this is special.”
He plays with a curl. “No, I said you’re special.”
I blush. “Regardless, we can’t walk away from this.”
“Walking away would be the smart thing to do.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to go back to my predictable life.”
“It won’t be better with me.”
I grasp the collar of his leather jacket. “Tell that to the flutters of my heart.”
