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Wrong. Not a date. A return of a favour.
But why? Bryn makes no sense. There must be a reason he asked me when he has a choice of girls.
Rubbing my bare arms, I consider returning inside and finding my coat in order to get the hell out of here. Bryn’s tall frame appears in the doorway. He crosses to me and I stand to leave.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“What the hell was that?” I snap.
“What?”
“Mentioning our sex life!” I hiss. “Even if we had… done that I'd never allow you to talk about it. And then telling Mia I'll be at yours in the morning!”
“So? Come on. You could have a sleepover.”
I choke a laugh. “A sleepover? How old do you think I am? Ten?”
Bryn shrugs. “Okay, we could have hot, dirty sex all night if you prefer.”
I fight the ache the images his words conjure, determined not to react to Bryn’s teasing. “Yeah, right.”
“Was that a yes?”
“No, Bryn, that was not a yes.”
“Hmm. Shame.” His mouth tugs into the familiar smirk. “Let's go.”
My suspicion grows that Bryn could be serious. Or maybe that's wishful thinking from the bad part of me.
“Your sexual innuendo is not persuading me, Bryn.”
“Sorry,cariad,” he says in a low voice, “you know I'm only teasing.”
“That's the issue. Don’t play with my feelings!” I shiver and rub my arms more vigorously.
Bryn's eyes widen and he quietly removes his jacket and sets it across my shoulders. “If that's how I come across, I'm sorry.”
“I'm out of my depth,” I say quietly.
“We can leave,” he says gently.
Bryn doesn't understand that being here with him is what drags me out of my depth. But that's not a conversation for 1 a.m. on a January morning in the freezing temperatures.
“Please,” I say.
“But we've only spent time together for an hour. Don't finish the evening like this – pissed off with me.” He pauses. “Will you come back to my place?”
I knew it.“Why?”
“It's too early to end an evening. I don't want to go home yet, but I don't want to stay here on my own.”
“For a 'sleepover'?” I make quotation marks with my fingers around the word.
“Not sex, Avery, a couple of drinks and a chat. Plus, I'm sure my place is warmer than that hole you live in.”
I woke this morning with ice on the inside of my bedroom window, not relishing the idea of undressing in a freezing cold bathroom.
“I promise not to get you drunk and take advantage,” he adds.
“You’d be wasting your time if you tried,” I retort.
“So you keep telling me. I think I’ve got the message now,” he says with a smile.
“Just a drink?”
“Just a drink,cariad.”
