Page 97 of Trigger

I debated with myself on how to answer him, only to realize it wasmy opportunity to come clean. Or at least, cleaner.

“Truth?” I said, cocking my eyebrows.

He nodded.

“You are my type,” I said, keeping my eyes on those junglegreens.

His cheeks turned pink, but he kept his poker face.

“Should I be flattered?”

I grinned despite my heart pounding in my chest like crazy. “Withthose two left feet… hell, yes!”

He burst into laughter. “You’re a funny guy.”

“You’re not. But you’re pretty, so you have that going for you.”

His eyes twinkled mischievously. “What else do I have going for mein case I decide to re-enter the dating pool?”

Over my dead body.

“I’m not giving you compliments because you hurt me today,” Isaid, raising my hand and spinning him around. “Speaking of, I want that kissnow.”

He frowned in feigned confusion. “What kiss?”

“I don’t appreciate the teasing, Dominic,” I threatened. “Kiss me.Now. And make it good. I want to know that you meant it.”

“God, you’re such a child,” he said, rolling his eyes and peckingmy cheek. “There. Happy now?”

“It doesn’t count,” I said, trying hard not to laugh. “I said ithas to be in the place of my choosing.”

I was fucking with him, but I deserved it after everything he’dsaid to me today.

“I’m not kissing your dick if that’s what you’re thinking,” hemumbled, looking both outraged and offended. “I wasn’t that rude.”

I grinned. “It didn’t even cross my mind, but I’m glad that yourmind is in the gutter.”

He blushed as I caressed his cheek. “I’m just teasing you,cher.”

“Where do you want it then?” he blurted, looking determined. “I’ma man of my word.”

I smiled and pointed my finger at my lips. I knew he wouldn’t doit, but I couldn’t resist messing with him.

“No way!” Carter exclaimed, red in the face. “You’re doing thisonly to get back at me.”

I shrugged. “Have it your way, man of your word.”

He gazed into the distance, and it took me a few moments torealize he was actually thinking about it. I could see it on his flushed face.In the way his nostrils flared. In the stubborn look in his eyes.

Fuck me. He’s not really going to do it, is he?

The thought alone was preposterous, but the way he looked at metold me I may have got it all wrong.

“If you say this to anyone, Thorsen, I’ll kill you. If you remindme it happened, I’ll kill you. If you mention it ever again, I’ll kill you.Have I made myself clear?”

I swallowed with difficulty. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

I was sure he was fucking with me when he leaned in and pecked mylips, so abruptly I could barely process it.

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