Page 8 of Willa

“She told me you never wanted to see me again after what happened.”

My face burns from my hairline all the way down my neck as my gaze falls to the floor. Andie was wrong. He totally remembers. “I never got the chance to apologize,” I say.

“Neither did I.”

I look up at him. “What do you have to apologize for? I’m the one who… I’m the one who came on to you.”

“But I handled it poorly. My first thought had been to get you out of there.”

My nose burns. My eyes sting. I look away and nod, understanding exactly what that felt like. All she wanted now was to get out of the room.

“Fuck. I’m messing this up again. Willa,” he curls a finger under my chin and tilts my face up until our eyes meet. “I wanted you.”

My brows crease in confusion. “But you tossed me out.”

“You were barely legal,” he says. “I’d just graduated from the college you were headed for. Neither of us were in a place to get involved.”

“I wasn’t expecting a relationship.”

“Maybe not, but I was so turned on that I knew I wasn’t thinking clearly. I would have taken what you offered if I’d allowed you to stay one more minute.”

“That was the idea.”

David chuckles. “I don’t think you wanted your first time to be a quickie in that tiny bed in my childhood bedroom.”

I huff out a laugh. “My real first time was much worse than that.”

“Don’t tell me it was in a car.”

I open my mouth to reply—

“I said don’t tell me. I really don’t want to know. I panicked. But it wasn’t because I didn’t want you. I did.”

My heart starts racing in my chest. And as much as I try to squash it, a seed of hope is planted. “You did?”

“Oh yeah. I had to take a long, cold shower after you left.”

I bite my lip as I absorb his confession. Of course, he has to be even more perfect than I thought. Even though he turned me down, I respect him. Most guys would have sex with anyone who offered.

Now that I know he did it to be chivalrous, I might as well just hand my heart right back to him so he can drag it around with him wherever he goes, just like he did when I was a teenager. But just because he was attracted to her back then…

“I did and I do,” he says.

“You do?”

“I can still see you in that blue bra and panties. It was when you went for my zipper that I panicked. If you’d gotten your hands on my dick, it would have been all over.”

This time when he leans toward me. I move up on my toes, determined not to let anything interrupt us.