Page 78 of Love Not Qualified

Was I really going to drive her home? After all the way here? After… last night?

No, I couldn’t let her go, but I also didn’t have any more options. If she wanted to leave, what was I going to do? Tie her on the bed?

My blood purred at the idea of having her naked and helpless on my bed, but I buried the thought away and leaned down on one of the chairs with my hands.

“Can I ask a question?” Sebastian asked, his tone reluctant.

I squinted my eyes. “Depends.”

He looked over at the couch, then placed his arms on the table, bringing his face closer to me. “Did you two fuck?”

God, talk about being blunt.

I shook my head. “If by two you mean me and my hand, then yes.”

Sebastian tilted his head to the side. “Man, after you dropped yourphone”—he raised his hands in the air and gestured quotation marks with his fingers—“I went out to grab something to eat and you were hugging your sweet assistant to your chest.” He closed his eyes, then wrapped his arms around Nadia.

“Stop.” Nadia laughed and slapped him over his arms.

My bones chilled in my body. I wasn’t mad about the fact that he saw us, I was mad about a completely different reason. “If you care about your eyes, I hope you covered them away from her body,” I warned, my jaw twitching as I walked toward Haelyn’s door.

“God, possessive much?” I heard Nadia laugh.

“I think he’s in love,” my friend said just as my hand landed on her doorknob.

“Fuck off,” I murmured, then walked into her room and closed the door behind me. Her eyes shot up from where she stood crouched in front of her small bag, holding the green lingerie between her fingers.

She threw it back in and zipped the bag, shooting upwards to her feet. “Hi,” she breathed out.

My eyes were still fixed on the bag and my cock woke up in my pants, then I let my gaze travel from the naked tips of her toes to the tight pair of leggings hugging her curves and all the way to the sweatshirt she was wearing.

She was fully dressed and she still managed to take my breath away.

“Hi,” I said, the memories of last night flooding to my mind.

After I made her come four times in two hours, she fell asleep on my chest just like Sebastian said and left before I woke up without giving me a chance to say anything else. What could I have said anyway?

I liked fucking you with my fingers? Or your face when you come is the best thing ever? Or can we do it again?

Yeah… There wasn’t anything appropriate to say.

“Haelyn,” I started, stepping to her and letting my hand fall over her arm. She closed her eyes, breathing me in before looking me in the eyes again. “Stay one more night with me,” I suggested, caressing my fingers over her elbow.

She hesitated for a moment, then shook her hand. “If I stay, I’m afraid it will happen again.” Her voice was small as she spoke and instead of disliking the idea, I found myself hiding a smile because it meant she didn’t have control over herself around me.

Neither did I.

“I won’t touch you if that’s what you’re afraid of,” I told her, looking down into her eyes. “Let’s… take advantage of this day. I have a feeling some tougher ones will be coming.”

Haelyn glanced down at our touching feet, biting the inside of her cheek. A small but not genuine smile crept over her lips and the urge to wipe away any battle that may happen inside her struck me.

“Yeah… I have that feeling too,” she said, and I hated how distant she felt compared to last night.

I wasn’t talking about not having her naked body glued to mine—I was talking about how close she felt as a person when the darkness filled the room and how out of reach she seemed now.

My lips curled and I tightened my left hand in a fist. “Then stay,” I urged her, sneaking a finger under her chin. “Please.”

Her eyes lifted to mine. She blinked softly, almost as if she woke up from a daze and my heart jumped in my chest as I waited mouth open for her reply. “Just tonight, then we go back to Los Angeles.”

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