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“But why though?” he calls out.
I don’t reply, heading into the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers. When I return, he’s already made himself comfortable on the sofa.
“Come have a seat, blondie,” he tells me, patting the space next to him.
I roll my eyes, “It’s my house, you know,” I say, but I sit anyway. “Thanks for the flowers.”
“You’re welcome,” he says smiling. “So what were you doing before I arrived?”
“Cleaning up. I don’t get a lot of visitors. Hardly anyone comes here but my sister.”
“Oh yeah? Tell me about your sister. Her name’s Katerina, right?”
For some reason, I freeze. I’m not sure why him asking me that rubs me the wrong way. Very slowly, I look up into his inquisitive brown eyes.
“If it’s okay, I think it’s better we don’t talk about our families,” I say.
“Really? And why do you think that?” he asks with a smirk,
I don’t reply and he laughs.
“You’re cute, blondie. So because you got close to me to dig into my family’s secrets you think I’m going to do the same thing?”
“I wouldn’t put it past you,” I mumble.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’m more slick than that.”
“What does that even mean?” I say shaking my head.
“It means I’m much more creative than doing the same thing a person did to me to get back at the person.”
It takes me a second to decipher the statement. When I do, I glare.
“So does that mean you’re going to get back at me or not?” I ask in confusion.
His eyes gleam and I really don’t like it. “Don’t overthink it, blondie. Just let it go.”
I want to do any other thing but let it go. But finally I sigh before leaning back onto the sofa. Tony wraps his arm around my shoulders, bringing us closer and my heart immediately does backflips.
Seriously I haven’t felt this way for anyone in forever. not since I was a teenager.
“I have one question though,” Tony starts.
“What?”
“After you found out who I was and you returned to the rooftop. Why didn’t you want to have sex again? Because I clearly remember you saying you didn’t want to anymore.”
I don’t answer his question immediately. I’m momentarily distracted by the way his hand rubs against my bare shoulders.
“Sophia.”
I like the way he says my name. I don’t even think he says it specially. I just like the sound of it from his lips. I like it when he calls me blondie too.
“I only said that because I didn’t want to sleep with you when I was deceiving you,” I finally reply. I shift away slightly so I can look at him. Our gazes meet and it steals my breath away, just how electric one look can feel. “I wanted it to be real. If we would ever be together again, I wanted it to feel just as real as the first time.”
Tony doesn’t speak for a moment.
“I can definitely help with that,” he says, his voice husky before he presses his lips to mine.
