Page 184 of Rock Me All Night

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I shift to the side, so I'm not wedged between him and the hard edge of the table. It gives me no relief. Instead, I feel cold and empty.

I try to shake it off. I try to keep my voice even, like this whole flirting thing isn't getting to me. "And?"

"Perfect."

My eyes move to the floor again. Same hardwood. It's still beat up and waxed as hell. "You're not having sex on our dining room table."

"I'll clean up after."

"Still." I meet his gaze. "Are you even having sex?"

"Those are fighting words, Kendrick." He takes a step toward me. "Areyoueven having sex?"

"That's classified."

"That's a no."

"And how long has it been for you, Denton?"

The joy drops off his face. His expression steels. His gaze drifts to the window. He's somewhere else, somewhere far, far away.

I want him back. I have to say something to drag him back here. "That long?" I make it as playful as I can.

He snaps back. No joy yet, but he's not all serious. "I'll tell if you do."

"Only if you go first."

He shakes his head. "We do it on three. As many fingers as—"

"Years—"

He ignores me. "Months it's been."

I nod. I can do that. Only I don't have enough fingers. I've only been with two guys, two ex-boyfriends. And my last relationship ended a year ago.

Tension builds between my shoulder blades. He's going to get the wrong idea. To think I'm a prude or a loser.

"It's been a while," I say.

"Six months."

"More."

"A year?"

I shake my head. "Not since Jake."

"That asshole was the last person you fucked?"

I clear my throat. "And who was the last person you fucked?"

"A girl at a show."

I raise my eyebrow. "A groupie?"

"Not exactly."

"I thought you didn't sleep around on tour."

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