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Oh. The thought of us in a great big bed was very tempting, I had to admit. And distracting. For the first time I noticed he was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday and he hadn’t shaved—there was an appealing shadow of stubble on his usually smooth cheeks. It made me wonder if he’d slept either. He had a dark, wild look on his face that told me he probably hadn’t.
“Dale…” I took his hand, tossing my backpack aside, and sitting on the bed. He wouldn’t sit, standing looking down at me, eyes burning. “You’re overreacting.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.” I tugged on his hand, patting the bed beside me. “Listen, I’ve done this before.”
He frowned, brow knitted. “Done what?”
“Do you think I’ve never dated anyone?”
Now he did sit. “I hadn’t thought about it… but I am now.”
“I can still see you.” I kept his hand in mine as I turned toward him. “We can still see each other. We just have to be careful.”
He shook his dark head, his perfect mouth drawn into a fine line. “I don’t want to sneak around.”
“I don’t either,” I agreed, pointing at my closed bedroom door. “But you saw how he reacts. I really don’t have much of a choice.”
wered his head to my shoulder, gathering me up even closer, breathing me in again like he did. I loved when he did that.
“No.” His voice muffled in the denim of his jacket—I was still wearing it. Then he lifted his head, pressing his forehead to mine. “No backseats for my Cinderella.”
“Then one of us has to get a castle before I… die.” I took a deep, shaky breath, feeling the heat of his body, the way his hands moved lower on my back, up under the jacket, seeking bare skin. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I kept asking myself how I could possibly feel this way, after just a week, but it was a ridiculous question, because I’d fallen in love with Tyler Vincent in an instant. Or… I thought I had. I was beginning to doubt any other feeling but this one, whatever this overwhelming, heart-bursting-open emotion was, the one only Dale made me feel.
He chuckled, eyes flashing almost silver in the moonlight. “You won’t die.”
I lifted my face to his and whispered, “The least you could do is kiss me?”
“Do you want me to?” He traced a finger over my lips, sending a hot rush of blood through me.
“Can’t you tell?”
His smile rose up to his eyes slowly, darkening them. “I like to hear you say it.”
“Yes.” So close. His finger still pressed to my lips. His gaze there too. “Yes, I want you to kiss me.”
“Mmm.” His finger was wet with my saliva now and he rubbed it against my mouth. “Say it again.”
“I want you to kiss me.” I groaned.
“Say please,” he whispered, his gaze never leaving my mouth.
“Please.” My hands moved lightly over his neck and shoulders, broad and strong under my fingers.
“Pretty please,” he insisted, a smile playing on his lips.
“Pretty… pretty… pretty please.” I leaned nearer with every word, my mouth so close to his either of us could have bridged the gap in an instant.
I heard him swallow. “That was a very pretty please.”
“Thank you.”
Then he was opening the passenger side door, letting the cool night air in. “Come on, let’s do this right.”
“Where are you going?” I wailed.
“Come on.” He ducked his head, waving me out of the car. “I’m going to kiss you at your front door, like Prince Charming should.”
