Page 148 of The Fake Date Agreement

“Should I not have?”

I don’t regret it, but if she still has feelings for him, I should have asked her to turn around first.

I’ve ventured into Reid territory. He’s the act on the spur-of-the-moment type.

Me?

As Captain, I can’t afford to think with my heart instead of my head.

She continues to stare at me, breathing harder now.

Shit. Is she going into shock?

“Tobie?” I frown. “Do you?—”

I automatically grasp her hips, holding her against me when she presses her lips to mine. She’s short and is standing on her tiptoes to reach my mouth. I don’t just wrap my arms around her; I lift her, groaning as I deepen the kiss.

It’s far too soon when she breaks away, her lips rosy. “I shouldn’t have kissed you for doing that. I mean, it’s violence. You don’t reward violence.”

I’m not sure who she’s trying to convince, herself or me.

Before I can respond, she wraps her arms around me and kisses me again.

I have her pressed against the wall outside her room with no memory of how we got there when she finally pulls away.

“Is your hand okay?” she asks, concerned.

What hand?

I lick my lips, eyes darting to her mouth. “Fine. Did he hurt you?”

She shakes her head.

I give her a quick scan for any sign of bruising in case he grabbed her, just in case. “Are you sure? Because I can kill him if he did.”

Her expression softens. “Oh, that’s sweet.”

It is?

She must read my confusion because she smiles. “I didn’t mean sweet. Just… thanks for being there. I’m not good at fighting my own battles. I say nothing, or I throw a glass at his head.”

“You what?”

Her smile grows. “I wish I were making it up, but when we broke up, I threw a glass at his head.”

I frown, my arms tightening protectively around her when I think of her being alone if Marc returns and refuses to leave. “Next time he turns up, get into your room, lock the door, and call me.”

“What will you do?”

“You don’t want to know the answer to that.”

She kisses me again.

I don’t know what it is about me threatening to hurt her ex that keeps encouraging her to kiss me, but I wish I had thought I’d threatened it before now.

We’re in the hallway. Someone could walk out of their room at any moment, and I have her pinned to the wall.

But when Tobie winds her legs around my hips, rocking against me, I stop caring about tonight’s party. I need to be inside her.Now.

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