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He shakes his head. "You know what I've noticed about you, Skye?"
"No. What's that?"
"When you're uncomfortable or when you think situations are becoming too serious, you try to make a joke or you're self-deprecating, or maybe you try to start an argument with me."
"I don't do that," I say quickly.
He nods slowly. "You do. I get it, it’s some form of self-preservation, but you don't have to self-preserve against me."
"I'm not. I'm just being me and we're just having fun, right? This is just our fun dates, fun nights, fun…I think we can both admit that this is a little bit more than just a fun date or fun night or whatever.”
"Well, it's only the second weekend that we've done it, so I think we're in trouble, don't you?" His voice is soft and his eyes look everywhere but at me.
“Define, I think we're in trouble?” I try not to bite my lip. I will not flirt. I will not ask him if he thinks about me when I’m not with him, like I do with him. I will not pull him into my arms and kiss him.
I will not act desperate, like I need him to fall in love with me and make me his forever. Though, I wouldn’t exactly cry if he told me he wanted to spend eternity with me.
I’m such a loser.
"I think if we're both enjoying these days, hanging out together, even more than the sex, then it means we enjoy being with each other."
"Not that there’s anything wrong with that," I say quickly.
"No, there's nothing wrong with that."
"But then it might complicate the guidelines we set up for this situationship, right? Where we're not supposed to catch feelings, and we're not supposed to see each other as more than a booty call or friends with benefits. I mean, you're my boss with benefits, and my friend with benefits, because I do consider us friends now, but it's nothing more than that," I say quickly.
"Isn't it?"
I stare at him for a couple of seconds before we reach the sandwich shop. "We're here, look. Let's get some subs."
"I recommend the meatball sub, but we're going to continue this conversation later," he says softly.
"Oh? What, at Tiffany's when you get me a diamond ring?" He smiles and doesn't say anything and I can feel my heart racing as we walk into the sandwich shop. I don't know what's going on or why I'm feeling like this or why he's talking like this, but suddenly I feel nervous. Suddenly I feel like we went from zero to 100 and I don't even remember pressing down on the gas. Suddenly my heart is racing and my skin is burning, and as I stare at his face, I know that I love him.
He's handsome and he's funny and he's caring and he's smart and he's the best sex I've ever had in my life, even though I know it can't be anything, that he doesn't want anything. Hell, I don't want anything. He'd just be a complication in my life. Even though I know all of this, I still want him to be my favorite mistake. I still want him to be the one that makes my heart pang because there's just something about Kingston Chase that I know I will never forget.
"What do you want?" he asks as we stand at the counter.
"A meatball sub with extra meatballs and provolone," I grin. "And some salt and vinegar chips."
"We'll get two of those," he says to the lady behind the counter as he pulls out his credit card.
"No, what are you doing?" I say quickly. "I planned the date. I?—"
"You're not paying for this,” he says. "I am."
"But..."
"But nothing," he says. "When I take a woman on a date, when I'm wooing her, I want to show her through words and actions and, sue me, money that I can take care of her."
"But we already said this isn't a date, we?—"
"It's a date, Sky," he says softly. "We can call it something else, but let's be real here: this is a date."
"But what if I start catching feelings for you and thinking that we're going to end up like Max and Lila?"
"We'll take it one day at a time and see where it goes," he says. "I'm not scared of feelings," he says, but I can tell from his tone and the way his body stills slightly that he is scared. He's as scared as me. Maybe he does feel something for me? Maybe he…
