Page 30 of Blue Moon

His gaze focused on me. “What did you think, babe?” He flashed me a radiant smile, and I couldn’t help returning it.

“I think . . . I think you’re absolutely amazing. You’ve turned me into a Blue Angel groupie.” I leaned into him and whispered into his ear, “I want to spend the night with you.”

His eyebrow cocked, and he crossed over the yellow tape, leading me to a corner of the press box. He lowered his voice as he asked, “What are you doing, Sol? You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I want to get burned.”

He crossed his arms. “Look, I don’t know what you’re doing teasing me like this. Listen to me—I’m a bad guy.”

I shook my head. If only he could see himself the way I saw him—sweet on our date, kind to children at the show, comforting to me when we flew.

“No, you aren’t, Sawyer. It’s just an act. I see you.”

“Babe, this can only ever be a one-night stand. Is that what you want, Sol? Just one night and I’ll never see you again. I won’t even be an Angel next year. I’ll be stationed overseas.”

Why was he resisting me so much? He probably thought I was just toying with him. I nodded my head. “Yes, it’s what I want. I want you.”

He cupped my face. “You don’t strike me as the casual sex type.”

Well, that was the understatement of the year. I’d never had any sex let alone casual sex.

“I’m not. But sometimes even good girls want to be bad.”

A big smile graced his face. He led me back to the crowd, and then, right there, in front of the everyone, he pulled me tight against his chest and kissed me.

“You’re mine tonight.”