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"But why would you buy me a car. I mean, you've already–"
Suddenly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, smothering my objections with a kiss that sent a bolt of heat straight to my core. I sagged against him, loving the feel of his hard body as he pulled me close.
He wanted me. And if I couldn’t tell from the kiss alone, the hardness pressing into my hip was proof enough.
Our tongues met, and I reached up, linking my fingers behind his neck. In the back of my mind, I knew we had to be making a spectacle of ourselves – or at least, itwouldbe a spectacle if not for the fact we were cast in shadows.
But then, he pulled back and said, "You remember the deal, right?"
After that kiss?I was too giddy to remember anything. "Deal?" I breathed. "What deal?"
"I'm gonna spoil you, and you're not gonna say squat about it."
"But—"
He held up a finger. "Wrong answer."
I laughed. "But you didn't even ask me a question."
"The question was implied." He reached for my hand. "Now c'mon."
Chapter 60
Allie's mouth was still hanging open. "But it's a Sunday night."
I blew out a long, unsteady breath. "Yeah, I know."
Together, we were standing outside the apartment, staring at the new car, a cute little compact in the perfect shade of purple.
He'd wanted to buy me something more expensive, but I'd absolutely refused. Instead, I'd zoomed in on the cheapest model they had – which wasstilla lot pricier than anything I could've bought on my own.
And yet, I felt incredibly awkward that he'd purchased the car at all. It was crazy and wonderful and more than a little unsettling. In my own mind, I was considering the money a loan, even if I had no idea how I'd ever repay him.
Next to me, Allie was saying, "So, what happened? Did a dealership open up just for you or something?"
"Pretty much."
She gave a low whistle. "Wow."
"Yeah. No kidding."
"Sooooo…" She gave me a sideways glance. "Did you guys…"
"No." I sighed. "Not even close."
She turned to stare. "You're kidding."
"I wish."
"Well, that's weird."
It was. And it wasn't.But Jax had been adamant, telling me that he'd rather wait than give me some messed-up impression that he was buying me for the night.
And yet, hehadwanted me. I could tell.
AndIwantedhim.
So damned bad.
