Page 33 of Hooking Up
"When did you breakup?"
"On Christmas."
"Shit. I'm gonna have to buy you another coffee."
"You really are digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole." I take a long sip. Mmm. Usually, I wouldn't let him buy me another coffee. But I'm tempted to take him up on his offer. Not just for the caffeine. But for everything.
"You have anyone you call?"
"Hmm?"
"For sex."
"Oh." I fight my blush. Wet my dry throat. "Not at the moment." Or ever. But he doesn't need to know that.
"Me either."
"Oh."
"I like you, Iris. I had fun last night. More than I've had in a long time."
"Really?"
"I know. I seem like a slut. I am." His brow scrunches. He's thinking something. He must figure it out, because understanding spreads over his expression. "But I'm tired of one and done. I want something steady. With someone I like." His eyes meet mine. "With you."
"What exactly do you want with me?"
"I want you to be my fuck buddy."
