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18
CHRIS
I could sense her moving.
We’d been lying in bed for five minutes already, doing this dance where we pretended like we didn’t realize the other person was awake. But I knew she couldn’t sleep. Neither could I, for that matter.
My mind kept running back to the conversation we had earlier today.
It had started at the ice cream shop she took me to on 4th Avenue. The place was a small hole in the wall, and the ice cream was pretty good, though I wasn’t one for sweets.
“What do you think?” she’d asked me as she sat down, waiting for me to try the ice cream. She’d ordered the mint chocolate chip for me, assuring me it would be a life-changing experience.
I tried it and nodded. “Not bad.”
“Not bad?” She frowned at me. “Seriously? That’s all you have?”
“Yeah?” I smirked at her indignation. “What am I supposed to say?”
“This…” she gestured with her cone, “…is the best ice cream in the entire state.”
She said it with such confidence that my smile only widened.
“Seriously,” she insisted. “It has all the vital parts of being a great ice cream. It’s creamy and sweet but not too sweet. And the cone is the perfect balance of soft and crunchy, plus there’s that nutty zing.” She shook her head at me. “This place is a hidden gem.”
“Yeah, I bet.” I got distracted when she stuck her tongue out and licked the side of her ice cream cone, instantly prompting dirty thoughts. She must have noticed belatedly, too, because she blushed after she did it and avoided my eyes.
“Pervert,” she said.
I merely shrugged. “Maybe. But I’m not the one who’s going to regret this little deal of ours.”
She frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean.” I leaned forward in my seat, holding her gaze. “It means I’m pretty sure once or twice wasn’t enough for me, and I know it wasn’t enough for you either. And in less than a week, you’re going to be begging me to fuck you again.”
Her eyes instantly darkened, dropping momentarily to my lips. I saw desire tense up her features, but she leaned back and assumed a disaffected aura, scoffing at me.
“Seriously. You think you’re so attractive that I’m going to forget you’re holding me here against my will, and I’ll just go crazy for you? Let me guess. You think I’m going to fall for you, too, huh?”
I grinned. “No, I don’t think you’ll fall in love with me.” I leaned forward as I spoke the next part. “What’s going on between us has nothing to do with love and everything to do with pure unadulterated lust.”
Her eyes darkened further, but the denial was there in the tightness of her lips. “Perhaps. But lust can be controlled. We’re not animals, and we don’t have to give in to things that don’t benefit us in the long run.”
“Who said this doesn’t benefit us?” I commented, noting that my voice was huskier now. “Because I think it would be very beneficial for us to do what we did last night every single night until we get tired of it.”
“Maybe it’s beneficial for you.” She took another lick of her ice cream and avoided my gaze. “But some of us actually have a conscience. I don’t feel comfortable sleeping with a murderer.”
I cocked my head at her and couldn’t deny that the words stung a little to hear. “You really still believe I killed all those people?”
“Didn’t you?” she challenged.
“No,” I responded. “I already told you I didn’t.”
“Yeah, right. And you’ve never lied to me before, right?”
“I’m not lying now,” I told her, and then I waited until her eyes met mine again before I added, “Not about this.”
She watched me for some time, and I let her see the honesty in my expression. I didn’t know why it was so important to me for her to believe I wasn’t a murderer. It wasn’t just so she would have sex with me. There was something deeper here.
