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Brick sat next to her.
“I’ll just go check on how Elias is doing with the dishes,” Sterling said hastily. “He forgets to rinse before he puts them in the dishwasher.”
When Sterling left, Brick turned to her, looking unsure. In fact, he’d been kind of weird since she arrived.
She wished he’d say something. This was starting to feel really awkward and she had no idea what to do next. She’d never been on a date before. Well, this wasn’t really a date. But . . . fuck. Did he want her to go?
“Hey, you okay?” He reached out and eased open her hand. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” He ran his thumb over the indents on her palm and she shivered.
Suddenly, he snatched his hand away. “Fuck. Sorry, didn’t mean to touch you.”
He didn’t want to touch her?
“I know you don’t like being touched.”
Ohhh. That. She picked up her whiteboard.
I don’t mind when you touch me.
“Really? You don’t?”
She gave him a self-conscious look.
It’s strangers I have trouble with.
“Oh. Right.” He was still smiling, but there was less joy in his face.
Shoot. She was messing this up.
But I liked your touch from the first day I met you.
She knew she was blushing and dropped her gaze, suddenly worried about his reaction. There was a gentle touch on her chin, and he turned her face towards his.
“That true?”
She nodded.
“I like your touch too,” he whispered. “You can touch me whenever you like.”
That’s good since I was going to touch you anyway.
“Oh, were you, Duchess?” A grin lit up his entire face. He leaned in toward her. “And just where would you like to touch me most?”
Her breath caught. Was she brave enough to tell him? She was tired of being a coward. To her shock, her finger moved up to his mouth.
His eyes widened and she heard him swallow. Heavily. “Yeah?”
She nodded.
“You want me to kiss you, Duchess?”
Well, she’d thought that was obvious, but she nodded. The more he made her wait, the more nervous she grew.
“You sure?”
Her bravery zapped out of her and she stood. But he reached up and lightly grabbed her wrist before she could run.
“Fuck. Sorry. I want to. I just want things clear between us.”
