Page 24 of Obsessed with the Player

Now more than ever, after his little comment about ‘being cursed to go from relationship to relationship’, I was led to think that something had definitely happened between him and his ex, that this was just a crisis he was having, and I did not want to be someone he’d write off as some…slip in his sanity. A wild fling. A bad decision.

Even if I was.

I ignored the pang that sent through me.

I hated it.

Whatever the case, this wasn’t happening again.

And thankfully, Dan knew it.

I’d seen it in his eyes. He was going to beat himself up for letting hisnemesisget so close to him, give himself a pep talk, and go back to hating me and acting all irritated with me as per usual tomorrow.

As it should be.

It was fine. It had always been fine. It had always been this way between us. I’d never had any problems with it.

I’d never want anything else.

Right?

I dropped the cigarette again, stepping on it with my shoe not a second before I was already reaching for my third one, when the door from the bar finally opened again, letting out a slightly disheveled, well-kissed, just-fucked Dan James.

We stared at each other for a long moment, and fuck if I didn’t want to reach out to him again.

He just looked so edible. Still a bit flushed. Eyes a little uncertain.

I wanted the walls that were building back up to never be there for me anymore.

Let it go.

“Ready to go home?” I asked. I needed to be the responsible one here.

Dan stared at me for a long second. “We’re not going to talk about this?”

My gut tightened. “What would we talk about?”

There was no need to make this harder than it had to be. He had to know this.

Only Dan’s jaw twitched in irritation, his eyes darkening in my direction. “I guess we’re pretending like my dick wasn’t just in your mouth. My mistake.”

My nostrils flared.Don’t fall for it.“You forgot about when you came down my throat.”

Dan’s cheeks flushed slightly under the yellow-orange glow spilling out the window from inside the bar even as his eyes flashed.“So youdowant to talk about it?”

I bit the inside of my cheek.

He was such a little shit, wasn’t he?

God, I wanted to kiss him stupid again.

“No.”

Something flashed through Dan’s expression before he looked away from me and said, “I’m just going to pretend it was someone else with me in the stall, then.”

Fuck no, was my first internal reaction.

No one else could have made him come like that.

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