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“It was,” he agreed, his gaze dropping to her lips, which suddenly felt as dry as the desert. Running her tongue along them, his stormy gray eyes grew dark.
This was new territory for her.
Sure, she’d had boyfriends in the past, but none of them could hold a candle to London.
Her last boyfriend, Danny, wasn’t a physical type of guy. The only muscles he worked were the ones in his hands and arms when he played video games. He was a gamer who spent countless hours in front of his television.
When she tried to get him to workout with her, his asthma always got in the way.
Swallowing hard, she tore her gaze away and looked down at her watch. It was a little after midnight.
“It’s getting late,” she exclaimed, getting to her feet.
Where did the time go?
“Really?” Standing, he ran a hand through his hair. “It’s only a little after twelve.”
“Only? I must be getting old,” she muttered, walking into the kitchen with their empty glasses. She wasn’t sure when thirty-two became old, but midnight was past her bedtime.
“If you want, I can run over to my place and grab another bottle—”
“London, it’s late.”
“You’re right, I should go. You sure you don’t want me to help clean up?”
“I’m positive. Besides, there isn’t much to do.”
Ushering him out of the kitchen, she led him toward the door. Entering the hallway, London turned to her and slid his hands into his pockets as they stared at each other in a comfortable silence.
His gaze dropped to her lips before meeting her eyes once more.
“Thanks for dinner. Next time, it’s on me.”
She gave him a genuine smile. “Okay.”
“Lock your door so I can make sure you’re safe, Alana.”
“Good night,” she whispered as she gripped the handle, afraid she’d do something she would regret later.
Like kiss him.
“Good night, Alana.”
Closing the door, she rested her forehead against it.
Having him over was a big mistake.
Now that his manly energy was in her home, she’d never be able to stop thinking of him.
At the moment, she didn’t want to.
“I must be out of my mind.”
Running a hand over his face, he set his empty cup down on the counter.
His dreams had been plagued with images of Alana.
Last night, he didn’t want to leave her presence. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed just hanging out with someone.
