Page 51 of The Rebel

Maybe it was the sweetness of his tongue.

Maybe it was the calmness of his breath.

But when I finally separated us, I instantly regretted it, and I pressed my forehead to his.

“I didn’t expect this to happen tonight.” I didn’t know what to say, but what came out of me was total honesty.

“Agreed, but I’m happy as hell that it did.” With his hands now on my face, he positioned me a few inches away, where he searched my eyes. “You’re something … you know that? You have me thinking about you. Wanting you”—he exhaled loudly—“in ways I didn’t know was possible.”

Same. So much the same.

Fuck.

I smiled. “We have a lot to talk about.”

“When is that going to happen?”

I took a deep breath. “Soon. Very soon.”

“Does that mean I get your number?”

I wasn’t surprised by his question. I’d expected it. But that didn’t make it any easier to hear, and as soon as I did, my heart began to pound.

“Cooper—”

“I just came inside you, Rowan. That isn’t the first time I’ve done that either. So, are you really going to tell me you’re not going to give me your number?”

Me

I’m so sorry. I’m on my way.

Sky

Good, you’re alive. I thought work swallowed you.

Me

I did get swallowed … but not by work.

Sky

Huh? You lost me.

Me

I ran into Cooper at the liquor store when I went there to buy us wine.

Sky

WHAT?!

Me

I know what you’re dying to say, but you can save it. Because I know. I knooow.

Sky

Never mind that. What the hell happened when you saw him? And if you got swallowed, does that mean what I think it does???

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