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That’s definitelynota phone in his pocket this time. I can tell that much.
“I think we’re talking about two different hungers here.” Somehow the words make it past my tight throat.
His thick length presses against the seam of my ass, telling me exactly how he feels aboutcooking. He pulls away all too quickly, taking his warmth with him as he adds some space between us. I don’t understand his reaction.
Why do you care? It would only complicate things even more.
I care more than I would ever admit.
Because you want him too.
It is a tough fact to admit. I do want him. I want him really freaking badly, yet I don’t know how to go about pursuing something like that. And more specifically, I’m not sure exactlywhatit is that I want to pursue. Casual sex seems almost as complicated as proposing that we try something more. Either option would blow our whole plan to hell, and I’m not sure I want to do that either. My options seem as hopeless as my ability to hold off on our attraction.
If Declan is aware of my inner panic, he doesn’t reveal it.
“Be ready in thirty,” Declan gives me one last look before he grabs my shitty first attempt at an omelet and walks out of the kitchen.
I grip the counter and take a few deep breaths.
How the hell are you going to survive a fake date today when you feel like this?
* * *
Declan grabs a pair of keys hanging on the wall.
“You’re driving?”
He spins the keys on his index finger. “I gave Harrison the day off.”
“I’m not sure what we did to deserve this kind of treatment but I’m here for it.”
Declan doesn’t comment as he walks up to a shiny vintage convertible that looks like something out of a spy movie.
My mouth drops open. “This is our ride?”
“Yup. Get in before we’re late.”
I’m stupefied as he circles around the hood and opens the passenger door for me.
“Wow. This is so cool!” I walk over to my side and drop into the seat, completely speechless as I trace the leather. Declan shuts my door before walking back around to the driver’s side. He puts the keys in the ignition, and the engine revs to life as he puts it in first gear.
I sigh. “The things I would do to get a chance to drive this car.”
He laughs. It’s rough, deep, and steals all my capacity to breathe. “You can get me to do many things, but driving this car isn’t one of them.”
“Let me guess. It’s aman’scar.” I roll my eyes.
His previous smile is wiped clean off his face. “More like a woman’s. My mother’s to be specific.”
I feel like someone stuck me in the chest with a knife and twisted it. “Your mother’s?”
His Adam’s apple throbs. “I thought I’d take it out since I haven’t run it in a month.”
He takes it out every month?My chest aches for the man who keeps the memory of his mother alive through her car. I can tell Declan cares based on how much the car is taken care of, from the polished leather interior to the perfectly waxed exterior.
I can’t think of anything to say, my tongue thick with emotion. The image Declan portrays to everyone is nothing compared to the one he hides from the world. While he isn’t anything close to perfect by any stretch of the word, he is still human. He hurts just like the rest of us.
We take off down the driveway before he stops to open the gate. He rambles, and I smile because I have never seen him stumble on his words.
