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“But did he?”
“Did he what?” She seems confused by my question.
“Did he learn his lesson?”
“Why? Are you prepared to go to South Carolina and defend my honor?” she jokes.
“Maybe. I’m sure as shit tempted.”
“Well I appreciate that but in all fairness Dean did me a huge favor. Because of him I knew that the only way out was to leave.”
“Are you telling me I should be thanking him then?”
“Not sure I’d go that far.” She laughs lightly.
“So then there’s no one else?”
“Nope. After Dean my sole focus became escaping, not finding a reason to stay.”
“And you haven’t dated anyone since coming to Chicago?”
“I went out on one date with a guy my sister works with. He was nice enough but there was no chemistry.”
“That’s it?”
“Not a very impressive dating history, is it?” She smirks.
“I don’t know. I think I kind of like it.” I shrug. “You don’t find that very often in this day and age.”
“Find what exactly?”
“People who haven’t slept around,” I answer truthfully.
“Says the man who admitted to being a player.”
“Refer to my previous statement–you don’t find people like you very often.”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
“Good, because it was meant as one.”
“So does that mean you won’t be inviting me to come home with you later?” She smiles mischievously, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Now I didn’t say that.” I shake my head, not missing the nervous way she drags her bottom lip between her teeth. “But in the meantime.” I stop walking and abruptly pull her against me.
It’s only seconds before my lips are pressed to hers. She hums against me, reaching up to wrap her arms around the back of my neck.
I deepen the kiss, not able to suppress the low groan that escapes my throat at the taste of her. Her hands dive into my hair and she pulls me closer, tugging desperately at the unruly strands.
It takes every ounce of will power I have not to back her into a dark alleyway and have my way with her. That’s how crazy she drives me. I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever wanted someone as much as I want her. My body literally aches for her.
And when she pulls back, her breathing labored, her cheeks bright pink from the cold, an entirely different part of me aches for her. A part I’m not sure should be aching for her given the short amount of time we’ve spent together.
But it’s there all the same, so prominent I don’t think I could deny it even if I tried.
