Page 29 of Running Winter

I probably had to make an exception for this girl, sorry—woman. I mean, I liked her. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to—

Nah, come on.

"I haven’t thought it through," I answered truthfully as she blinked with surprise.

"Right, as if you haven’t.” Heather laughed huskily, pulling my head towards hers. "Let’s see if this makes you think about it anymore."

Her lips brushed against mine, and it was like she had awakened something within me.

Her tongue flickered against mine, and I returned the motion, savoring the sweetness of her mouth on mine.

I couldn't help but notice how eager she was, and something felt odd. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it's almost as though I found it...unattractive.

Oh, God.

What is wrong with me?

I pulled away as Heather frowned, her eyes clouding over with confusion.

She was hot.

She was also willing and fucking eager...but still. Something didn't feel right, and as Rafe often reminded me, I was a fussy bastard.

Just when I thought Heather might have been the one finally to capture my attention.

It was irritating, but I was in this situation regardless, and I had to make the best of it. I didn't want Heather getting some kind of complex because of me.

"Oh, fuck," Heather muttered, her eyes narrowing over my shoulder.

I turned to see the guy from the fair watching us with a pissed-off expression from the bar, and I sighed inwardly.

This was shit I didn't need.

Beside the guy stood a girl who gazed at Heather, and I felt like we were two kids trying to stay at a party after it had finished.

"Friends of yours?" I sighed, releasing Heather as she folded her arms with annoyance.

"Shall we get out of here, Chase?" Heather asked sweetly, flicking her hair over her shoulder before giving me a once-over.

The problem was, I didn't want to leave with Heather, not in the way she thought. I chewed on my cheek while I considered my options and wondered if I should just try the casual sex avenue.

Just once. I mean, Heather is stunning.

"Yeah," I nodded as we walked past the couple.

Heather glared at them before tugging me out of the bar. Then she turned to me, and I had the feeling I needed to make a decision, pronto.

Heather laced her hands around my neck.

“Do you wanna come back to mine?"

Uh oh.

The question was almost dressed as something else—her real question seemed to be whether I was a man or a boy.

I was confused because she was incredibly forward for someone who was ‘sick of choosing dickheads.’

It seemed like that was what she wanted, though.

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