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“Is it weird that part of me wanted to play just so I could have something that hadn’t been his, too?”
“No. Especially if you feel like you’ve been chasing his shadow.”
“I don’t know if I’ve been chasing it or…”
“Running from it?” I finish his sentence for him and then apologize because I realize I have a habit of it.
“Why are you sorry? I like that you get me.” His eyes linger longer this time and heat rises up the back of my neck. He looks back at the road, a satisfied smile on his face and I want to ask him to look at me again.
I bite my lip to hide my smile. “My mother has been a shadow I’ve been trying to climb from under forever. I love her. But being like her is the very last thing I want to be.”
“I should want to be like my dad. He died so young; I pray that in that way at least, we’re very different. And… this is going to sound terrible. But I don’t know if I want to be the kind of man who marries a woman like my mother.” Then he winces like he wishes he could take it back.
He pulls into a parking spot outside the bookstore and throws the car in park before he turns to look at me. “Let’s table this for later, okay?”
“Deal.” I put out my hand to shake his. He takes it and as soon as our hands touch, my whole arm starts to vibrate. Our eyes hold where they are for a few seconds, suspended in a conversation that doesn’t need words. His eyes release mine, but only so that they can roam my face. I feel his gaze as it skims down my nose and when it lands on my lips, I lick them.
“That freckle, when you lick your lips, can you feel it? Or is it flat?” His voice is gruff, his eyes on my mouth and full of something that appears close to desperation.
My racing pulse pounds in my ears and I lick the spot he’s talking about.
He starts to lean forward and the look in his eyes reminds me of the promise I made my mother just tonight.
I pull my hand out of his and fumble for the door handle.
“All right, Carlton, let’s get in there so we’re not late,” I quip, open the door and hustle away as fast as I can.
6
GO AHEAD AND TOUCH
REMI
FOUR WEEKS LATER
“Come on, Remi, hurry. The line is already almost out the door,” Kal yells at me through the passenger door of my black Camaro. She’s leaning down and her blouse, which is already dangerously low cut, is giving me the most tempting view of her perfect tits and the lacy bra that’s practically pushing them in my face.
“Eyes here, Remi.” I look up into her scowling face. I’m starting to really like that scowl. A lot.
“You go ahead, I’ll catch up.” I smile up at her.
“Catch up? We’re already late. What’re you doing?” She starts to get back in.
I put a hand on her seat to stop her. “No, go ahead. Grab seats for us. I want to park somewhere else.”
“I’ll come with you,” she says.
“No, I need privacy,” I say and she stops and glares at me as she climbs back out.
“You want to call one of your girls before you go in? Make sure they know what time to be ready for you tonight?”
“Your jealousy is out of control. Just admit you want me.” I say dryly.
“I don’t want you.” She laughs like she always does when I flirt with her. “Besides, don’t you have enough girls in your harem?” She asks with a smirk.
“The only one I want’s not in it. So, no.” I don’t smile this time,
She throws her head back and chortles. “Do any of these girls ever actually speak to you? Because I swear, your pickup lines are the worst, ever.”
