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Piper
Why didI agree to this?
I was half asleep when he texted me last night. I shouldn't have responded, but I knew I wouldn't sleep if I didn't. I'd continue to mull over the way it felt to be in his arms until the sun rose, and I'd be dragging ass. Again.
It's been four days since he held me. Four nights of restless sleep.
Which also means in my half-awake state, I agreed to get dinner with him.
To be alone with him.
Outside of class.
Outside of work.
Away from our friends.
Just me and Julian.
The mistake smacked me across the face as soon as I sent the text. Which is why I immediately sent another one so it sounded like it was still a friendly arrangement. We're going to study. But who brings a textbook to the bar?
No one.
And who wants to study at a bar after spending all day in class and all night at work?
Again, no one.
Which is why I conveniently forget to bring my book. It gives me an out.
I can either use it as an excuse to reschedule, or I can pull up my big girl britches and attempt to have an actual conversation with Julian that doesn't revolve around safe topics of conversation.
I'm hoping for the former because the latter scares the hell out of me more than I care to admit.
"You ready?" he asks, tossing a rag in the bin.
We've spent the last twenty minutes cleaning up and restocking. The restaurant is still open, orders are still coming in, but the rush is over, and we're the first to leave tonight.
"Uh, sure. I kind of forgot my book, though. Want to do it another night?" Avoiding eye contact, I tuck the stray hairs that have fallen from my ponytail behind my ear and pretend to search my purse for my keys.
"Do you have class tomorrow?" It's a trap. I can feel it. But I shake my head anyway. "Have you eaten?" I shake my head again because lying would be pointless. I've been here for the last five hours. With him. He knows I haven't eaten. "Come on, then. Let's eat some crappy bar food and talk about your thesis."
"Healthy bar food," I counter, pulling my keys from my purse.
But I'm lying to myself, and I know it. Because when it comes to Julian, I don't care about the health value. I'll take whatever he's offering. And I'll want more.
Saturday night proved that. One touch was everything, but it wasn't enough.
Which makes Julian dangerous.
Still, I follow him out the back door. I relent when he insists on driving. I even let him open the car door for me.
When it comes to Julian, I have a feeling I'm going to be giving in more than I'm going to be taking a stand. Especially if he keeps smirking at me.
No, it's not a smirk.
It's not even a grin anymore.
It's a smolder. His eyes darken, drawing me in. Making me do and say things I normally wouldn't. Things I probably shouldn't.
