AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I’m ...what?”
I turned in a circle, checking out the small space. Dumbfounded. Blinking repeatedly to make sure he wasn’t joking with me and that my eyes weren’t playing tricks. But each time my lids opened, every detail inside this room only proved that he was right. “Oh my God, Easton.” I slapped my hand over my mouth. “I swear, I thought this was the women’s restroom. I’m such an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot. It’s an easy mistake to make.”
The intensity from his eyes, the way they bored through me, made me start to sweat.
“How humiliating.” I took a side step. “I’ll go so you can ... you know.”
“You don’t have to go.”
A set of words that caught me off guard, that stilled my feet. “Why would I stay?”
“Maybe you’re not done.”
I thought about his question.
Was I ...done?
The butterflies in my stomach mixed with a bit of nervous energy would have me ordering another glass of wine as soon as I returned to the table.
My fourth.
I knew that would be a mistake. It was best that I head home, where I wouldn’t say something stupid, where I wouldn’t regret anything in the morning.
“No, I’m ...” I glanced away, the sight of him becoming too much. “I’m going to go home, I think.”
“Now?”
I nodded.
His movement caused me to look at him again, seeing that he was checking the time on his watch. “It’s too late for you to walk home alone. I’ll order you a car.”
I laughed. “That’s sweet, but I only live three blocks from here.”
“Then I’m walking you home.”
“Easton, no—”
“Then you’re staying.” He smiled. “Which are you going to choose, Drake?”
I filled my lungs, debating the lesser of two evils. “Home it is.”
He went to the door, holding it open for me, his voice extremely gritty when he said, “After you.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Easton
I was hoping the chilly air and the fact that I was wearing short sleeves would be such a slap to my skin that my erection would die down the second Drake and I stepped outside the bar. But once we did, my hand went to her lower back, ensuring she didn’t trip over the curb, and I was suddenly even harder.
Fuck.
I knew I was being overly protective by walking her home. This was Boston, a city that never slept; she certainly wouldn’t be alone on the sidewalk, unchaperoned during her short commute. Not to mention, the Back Bay was one of the safest parts of town, almost guaranteeing me she’d be just fine.
That wasn’t the point.
The point was, she wasn’t leaving unless my eyes were on her.
