His eyes find mine. His lips part like he's going to speak, but he says nothing.
I shift off him, find my underwear, and pull it on. There's no way to clean up. This will have to do.
There's no sign of my bra. Oh well. It was nothing special.
He reaches for my wrist. "Come home with me."
"That's not a good idea."
"Then tell me what this was."
"I don't know." I find my purse and slide it over my shoulder. "But I enjoyed it."
"Go somewhere with me."
My heart flutters. "Where?"
"It's a surprise." He runs his fingertips over my wrist. "I'll fuck you there. If you're still in the mood."
"That's not a good idea, either."
He stares right into my eyes. "There has to be some way I can convince you."
That look cuts straight to my soul. No matter what I do, I can't fight it. I still want to take all his pain away.
I swallow hard. "Okay. I'll go."