His brow furrows. "Don't understand the question."
"You have easy access to beautiful women—" I take a deep breath. I want to tell him. I want him to understand. "My ex cheated on me. We were days from breaking up but he didn't even respect me enough to tell me it was over before he started screwing someone else."
"I've been there."
Oh. That's why they broke up. That explains some of hisno way am I getting into a relationship attitude. But now he's stuck in some ugly memory, his body turned away from mine.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask.
"Not really. Do you?"
I shake my head. "I guess I'm the one who is jealous. I'm not sure I can compete with a lingerie model."
He turns back towards me. This time, his eyes pass over me slowly. "You fishing for a compliment?"
"Just being honest."
"All due respect to whatever the fuck her name was—she seemed like a nice person—but I'd take you any day of the week. You have gorgeous eyes, responsive tits, an ass I can grab onto."
How canresponsive titsfeel like such a compliment? My cheeks flush. I've never been so flattered.
"You're fucking hot, Jess. And I like you. There's no competition. I don't want another girl." He stares back at me with a look that saysdon't make me find another girl.
Okay. This is it. Either I go for it or I tell him to get lost.
I take a deep breath, preparing my response.
Here goes nothing.