Page 6 of Ruck Me

“Like I said, you only have yourself to blame.”

My brow furrowed in confusion at his sudden turnabout. An hour ago, he’d volunteered to have sex with me, but now the idea of teaching me what guys liked filled him with dread. He had a very warped sense of sacrifice.

“Why the change of heart?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. “Why were you happy to have sex with me, but the idea of talking to me about sex fills you with obvious dread?”

Executing a three-point-turn, Eoin took off toward the highway. Once the car was up to speed, he glanced over at me, the grin back on his face. “I’m good at fucking, Aoife—very good—but I suck at talking.” When I sucked in a surprised gasp, he laughed. “I bet you’re re-thinking things now, aren’t you, sprite?”

I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed. “I amnot.”

“Sure you aren’t. Now let’s get you home before Colleen freaks out about you being out all night.”

The car fell silent as we zoomed down the highway toward the town where we’d both grown up. In the darkness of midnight, the sky illuminated by a winter moon, I watched Eoin drive, taking in his strong hands as they gripped the wheel lazily. My eyes traversed the planes of his face, taking in his cut cheekbones and his chiseled jaw, and then I let my gaze linger on his taut pecs, visible under his fitted t-shirt, and thought what have I gotten myselfinto?

Because suddenly I knew he was right. I was re-thinking things. Re-thinking everything I’d ever thought about Eoin McGrath.

And that was dangerous.

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