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“Where the hell are you going?” I ask, trying not to sound too needy but shocked that he just walked away from me.
“Home,” he states as if he didn’t just kiss me fucking silly, leaving me wanting for more.
“But,” I start to say. He laughs, but this time, there is a lightness to his laugh. If you told me tonight would end with me in his arms, I would have laughed at you and told you that you were crazy. But I’ve just agreed to give him another chance, and I suddenly thought it would end up with him in me instead of just kissing me.
“You think I would just give it up?” he teases, making me pissed, and I fold my arms over my chest, trying to hide the way my nipples are peaked and aching for his mouth.
“Please.” I roll my eyes. “You seem to forget that I’ve had it already. We actually banged on the first date.”
“Was it a date?” He puts his hands in his pockets, making his chest seem even bigger. My eyes go to the one button I did open before he stepped away, and I can see his tanned chest. “I don’t think it was considered a date.”
I glare at him. “Well, we can call it whatever you want to call it. We slept together the first night,” I remind him. “I mean, six hours after meeting each other, we were naked and banging.”
“I don’t even think it was six hours.” He laughs at me. “But that was before. It’s different now.”
“It’s not different now.” I try to plead with him. “Nothing is different now.”
“Everything is different.” His joking tone is gone. “Now come lock up after me.”
“You really aren’t going to stay?” My hands uncross and fall to my sides as I stare at him.
“I’m really going to walk to the front door,” he starts, “and you are going to come with me. I’m going to kiss your lips, and then I’m going to go.”
“Whatever, it wasn’t all that good anyway,” I lie to him, and he just rolls his lips. “Actually, I’ve had better after you…so.” Another lie. Even though I did actually sleep with someone three weeks after we broke up, it was the worst thing I ever did. It meant nothing, and I did it just to say I did. Either way, it ended with me faking my orgasm and then rushing out the door forty minutes after we started, which with Romeo would have just been our foreplay. I decided I would hold off on having sex with anyone else until I was actually ready.
He laughs, but his laughter is strained. “You can’t lie to save your life.” He shakes his head. “Had better.” He pffts. “As if.”
He walks out of the room, looking over his shoulder at me. “I’ll call you later,” is the last thing he says before I hear the door slam behind him.
“Did he actually leave?” I ask the empty room, walking to the front door and seeing him standing there with his back to the door and his feet crossed at his ankles in front of him. His head is to the side as he looks up from the floor toward me. His Hollywood megawatt smile coming out.
“I didn’t actually leave,” he says, smirking. “I need a kiss.” He holds up one finger. “And to make sure you lock the door.” He holds up a second finger. “Now, come here so I can kiss you goodbye,” he urges, and I want to tell him to fuck off, but my feet are moving before I know what is going on.
“Stay,” I tell him when I stand in front of him, and his hand wraps around my waist.
“Gabriella, I want nothing more in this world than to stay with you,” he admits, his hand coming up and moving the hair away from my face. “Actually, there is one more thing in this world I want before that, but…”
I place my palms flat down on his chest. I can feel his muscles under the shirt, and even though it’s been eight months, I can tell you everything about it. Like the little freckle he has under his right nipple. Or that his stomach muscles contract when I run my fingernail from his neck to his stomach. “And that is?” I ask, my eyes seeking his.
He just shakes his head. “Not yet, but when the time is right, I’ll tell you,” he says softly. “I’m going to come and see you tomorrow.”
“Are you asking me or telling me?” I chuckle at the same time he does.
“A bit of both.” He leans down and kisses my lips. “Good night, Gabriella,” he says softly before he kisses my neck. “Lock up.”
He turns and opens the door, and I take a step back as he walks out. I hold the door handle in my hand. “Don’t forget to lock the door,” he reminds me as I watch him walk to the car. He stops at the driver’s door and puts his hands on top of the roof while he looks at me. “Thank you,” he says and I walk out onto the porch.
“For what?” I ask.
“For making my heart beat again,” he declares, winking at me. I huff out when he opens the driver’s door and gets in. I watch him wave at me and then blow a kiss before he drives off.
“What in the world just happened?” I ask the universe. I don’t know why but I’m expecting it to answer me back, but it doesn’t, so I turn around, making my way inside, locking the door before I turn off the light.
My phone pings from inside the kitchen, and I walk over to it and see he sent me a text. If I thought he was done for the night, I was wrong.
Just so we are clear. We are in a relationship. And you’re mine.
EIGHTEEN
