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Micah gave a genuine laugh this time. “No, it seems utterly impossible that you don’t. You’re incredibly smart, beautiful, creative, sexy as hell…” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “But you wouldn’t be here with me if you had a boyfriend.”
“I don’t know.” She smiled coyly. “You could persuade a girl to forget her man for more than a minute.”
“But you wouldn’t do that. You’re too decent.”
Her cheeks warmed. Why did that make her blush? Yes, she was decent. No, she wouldn’t cheat on a boyfriend. Even for Micah.
She’d break up, then jumphim.
Micah’s eyes twinkled, enjoying her discomfort. “Plus, I think you’re secretly a hopeless romantic.”
She lowered her eyes. “No way.” But she really was a hopeless romantic. She wanted the whole thing, the awesome guy who loved her and only her, the ring, the weddingcake….
And Micah knew it. “Yes way,” he said. “And perhaps the fear that you won’t ever actually find ‘the one’ is what keeps you so emotionally unavailable.”
She gathered the comforter around her, suddenly feeling very exposed. How did this conversation turn to her, anyway? “I’m not emotionally unavailable.”
“You soare.”
“I’m here withyou.”
“Yes, you’re here with the guy who declared he was also emotionally unavailable. Way to prove your point.” He grabbed a handful of French fries and stuffed them in his mouth.
Maddie furrowed her brow. His remark about his unavailability stung. Didn’t they say they weren’t putting preconceived barriers on their relationship?
But more than that, was he right? About her? She didn’t feel emotionally unavailable. Yet, how many guys had she dated since college? Not very many. Besides the casual fling here and there, there had been almost noone.
Because I hadn’t met anyone.
As if reading her thoughts, Micah countered, “Look, you have multitudes of men falling at your feet and you don’t even have aclue.”
“Whatever.” He was so dramatic. “LikeSam?”
Micah shrugged. “Sam’s a goodguy.”
She cocked her head and looked at him curiously. “I thought you said he was a douchebag.”
“I may have spoken falsely.”
His sudden endorsement of Sam put her on edge. Sam was…was…She actually didn’t know what Sam was. She hadn’t taken the time to find out. What she did know was what Sam wasn’t. He wasn’t Micah.
She wasn’t brave enough to say that, though. “Sam’s, like, barely twenty-one.”
Micah shrugged. “Young enough to train.”
“And he’s always so in theway.”
“He’s a pleaser.” He lowered his voice. “He’d probably try really hard to pleaseyou.”
Maddie fought to hide the tears that were threatening. Did he really want her with someone else? “So are we done now, is that it? And you’re trying to softly hand me over to Sam to ease your guilt?”
“Fuck, no!” He pulled her into his arms, wrapping her tightly against him. “Imagining any guy, let alone Sam, with you—touching your incredibly soft skin, fondling your adorably perky breasts—feels like I’m being stabbed in the gut.” He unrolled her from the comforter so their skin met. “And now I have to fondle your breasts since I was talking aboutit.”
She giggled as his palm found her bosom. “So you’d be jealous?”
“Incredibly.”
Awesome. “Andyou aren’t trying to get rid of meyet?”
