“I should probably leave,” I tell him, taking a step away.
I’m surprised when he reaches out and grabs my forearm, gently pulling me back.
“Just stay up here for a minute?”
It’s hard to tell if it’s a request or a demand. But something in me isn’t capable of denying him.
CHAPTER 4
CHASE
My heart kicks out a rhythm in my chest as I stare over at him, realizing he’s actually going to stay.
Do you really have a little crush on me?
Or is it just pity, Logan?
He looks like he could be in a gym commercial, all tan and radiant with his sun-kissed golden hair. Everything I’ve never been. Abercrombie-perfect, and the kind of person that the whole world probably eats up with a spoon.
At first I was half-convinced he was some businessman or entrepreneur, maybe buttering me up at the bar to eventually try to sell me some sort of subscription.
But now I realize there’s nothing businesslike about him.
There’s also something messy about him, especially tonight. And that’s what feels like fucking catnip to me.
“It’s been nice talking with you,” he finally tells me.
I catch a whiff of his spiced smell, almost like the scent of clove. He shouldn’t smell so fucking good, but that’s just another one of my five senses that’s constantly in overdrive.
I bite the inside of my cheek, looking him over. “I knew you wouldn’t stay.”
He narrows his gaze, and when he speaks again his voicedrops into a serious lower register that makes me feel like I’m a kid at school who just got in trouble.
“If you think I’m going to stay up here and keep barking up the wrong tree, you’re crazier than I thought. I need to get back downstairs. Have a great night.”
My heart lurches.
There’s a swarm inside me, and I don’t know how to think more clearly.
The warmth of his attention is pulled from me as he looks back out at the city, like a storm cloud just passed over him. I look at the glint of his highlights in the neon light, fluttering in the wind, and I wonder how much his haircare regimen costs. It looks like money and it smells good even from here. He runs his hands through his hair gently, then nods.
No.
Get back here.
“I want you to do it,” I tell him.
Fuck, I really am fucking insane.
He turns around slowly, his gaze still firm.
“Funny,” he says.
“Not joking.”
His eyes rake across my body, looking from my mouth, to my necklaces, then lower. He takes his lower lip between his teeth, then lets it slide out slowly as he watches me. It feels like there’s kindling in my chest that’s threatening to rip into a fire.
I’ve never done anything with a man before, it’s true. But I’ve also never been shy when it comes to sex.
