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“If I have disrespected you and hurt your feelings, I’m sorry. I know I’m not perfect?—.”
“You can say that again.”
“I’m trying to be a better man.” I’m not going to say for you. I’m not going to be some Hallmark Channel sap, but the sentiment is the same. I feel like I’ve let my macho chauvinistic humor allow me to treat her like a piece of meat and I don’t want to be that man anymore. I want to show her that, while I find her sexy as hell, I still want to be the sort of man that sees her mind first.
“You’re not the worst man ever.” She grins. “You’re not the best, but you’re definitely not the worst.”
"Come on." I grab her by the arm and we leave the restaurant. We step outside and she bursts out laughing.
"I cannot believe we just left them."
"Why not? They deserve each other."
"I guess so. So you really didn't have any plans to sleep with her tonight?" she asks me, and I just stare into Skye's green eyes.
The fact of the matter is, when I'd contacted Angelica, I hadn't really had any plans. If sex had happened, I wouldn't have been upset, but it wasn't like that was something I'd been looking for. For some reason though, I don't want to tell Skye that. I don't want to tell Skye that the only reason I invited Angelica out was to get Skye out of my mind. But as soon as I'd seen her in her white dress and her slinky heels, all thoughts of Angelica had vanished.
"I don't know what you want me to say," I say. "Had you thought about hooking up with Camden tonight?"
"I never hook up on a first date," she says, shaking her head. "Never."
"Second date?" I ask curiously.
"Nope."
"Third date?" I ask in surprise.
"Nope."
"So what are we talking here? Three months, four months?"
"Nope." She gives me a coy little smile. "And it's none of your business anyway."
"I'm curious though. Are you a?—"
"I'm not a virgin," she says, glaring at me. "Why? Do I look like a virgin?"
"I don't know what a virgin looks like." I shrug. "I just didn't think you were old-fashioned."
"I like a man to woo me," she says. "I like to know that when I give myself to a man, it's because he respects me for my mind, my body, and my soul. I like to know that?—"
"That sounds kind of unrealistic," I say, laughing.
“Well, that’s kinda rude. Are you calling me unrealistic for wanting a man to respect and love me?”
I frown at the hostility in her tone. “No, sorry, that came out incorrectly. I just meant to say that most men aren’t thinking of your mind and soul when they want to bang. I’m not saying that’s right.” I frown. “Maybe I’m just saying that many of us men are douches.” I run my fingers through my hair as my head pounds. Have I been one of those douches my whole life? I suddenly feel extremely uncomfortable at the reality of my own thought processes when it comes to love and sex. “I want you to find what you want. I’m just saying there are a lot of men who will not offer that.”
“So you’re saying that wanting the entire package is asking too much?”
"No, I'm just saying that sometimes you meet someone and the chemistry is right and the passion is there and all you want to do is rip off their clothes. You’re not thinking about anything else. You know?"
"No," she says, shaking her head, but I can see her staring at my lips.
"You want to go and grab that pizza now?" I ask her.
"I mean, sure." She blinks. "So, have you had a lot of one-night stands?"
"One-night stands?" I asked her. "Where did that come from?"
