Oh my god. What does this mean?
Are we, like…a couple?
The part of me that sets boundaries so men don’t expect too much from me, wants to start laying out parameters, but that’s habit.
I’m not standing here because I want his cock inside me.
I’m standing here because when I’m with him, something I can’t name fits into a space I hadn’t even realized I had. “You’re the only one I want too.”
“Good.” The word is gruff and authoritative.
The tension coils tight, and I can’t stand the silence. I give him a little smirk. “Do I get credit for making the first move even though I’m a girl?”
A smile twitches at his lips. “Ah, I see. You’re a feminist when it works to your advantage, but otherwise, you’re just a girl.”
I open a little, hoping to make him understand. “Once, in college, this guy tried to hold my hand in public, and I gave him a lecture about possessive displays of affection being a tool of the patriarchy.”
“Sounds about right.” He chuckles, all low and unhurried.
I twist the silver ring on my middle finger. “I might be willing to let you hold my hand.”
Amusement sparkles in his dark eyes. “So let me get this straight. You’ll let me do any filthy thing I want to you, but you’re contemplating if I can hold your hand?”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, fine, you can hold my hand.”
He outright laughs now. “You’re adorable.”
I slam my hands on my hips. “You take that back.”
“I will not.”
“You make me feel like a girl, and I don’t like it.” I stomp my foot.
“That must be very difficult for you.”
I sniff. “It is.”
“You like to be in control.” It’s a statement of fact, not a question.
“Of course.”
“Even though it doesn’t make your cunt wet.”
I swallow hard as my nipples tighten. I shrug in answer.
He straightens from his casual leaning on the wooden frame. “I will never ask you to play it cool again.”
I flutter my lashes. “That’s probably a good idea.”
“In return, you won’t try to make me jealous.”
The lawyer in me spots the loophole. “I can’t control if you get jealous or not.”
“You can’t.” He gives me a narrowed-eyed stare. “Key words here are you and trying.”
“That’s fair,” I say, to show him I can be reasonable.
He takes in my powder-blue sundress. Designed to give him easy access, it hugs and clings. “Nice dress.”
