“I hate what I do for a job.”
“Have you told anyone besides me that?”
“No.”
“Then you haven’t lied.”
“My engagement was a lie.”
“Did you tell people you were madly in love with your fiancé?”
“I—”
“Did you have every intention of going through with the wedding until this morning?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t see a lie there either.”
“But—” I shake my head. “Okay, not a lie so much as…false?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“Both?” The uncertainty in my own voice has me growling again. “I don’t know!”
“I don’t think you’ve lied about who you are, Lizzi. I think you’ve hidden who you are because you didn’t feel safe exposing those parts of yourself.”
Every thought racing around my head stops. His words strike deep. Hit the part of me he seems to see with ease. “My hair is curly.”
The grin he gives me has my insides heating, my thighs tightening. “I can see that.”
“I’ve been straightening it since I was nine.”
“You don’t like it?” He reaches over and toys with the wet ends draped over my right shoulder. “I like it.”
“Wait until tomorrow. If I don’t dry it tonight, it will take on a life of its own.”
“I’m game if you are.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Who I am.”
“Yes, you do.”
“How can you say that? You don’t know me.” No one really knows me.
“I know enough for now.” He steps closer, brushes the wet hair off my shoulder. “And I’d like to know more.”
“What are you doing?”
“Something I probably shouldn’t.”
“What?”
“I’ll never do anything you don’t want, never make you or persuade you to do anything you don’t want.” Leaning down, he presses his lips to my damp shoulder. “I’d like to kiss more than this spot. If you’ll let me, I’ll kiss every inch of you, but for now I want to taste your mouth.”
Our eyes lock and I see desire swirling in his dark orbs. “I just ran out on my fiancé.”
“Who was getting his dick sucked by someone other than his fiancée.”
