Page 21 of Legacy
A few minutes pass. I finish cooking in silence.
When she returns, she’s dressed in jeans and a fresh top, her hair tied up like a wall between us. She sits down at the table where I’ve set the food, but her eyes won’t meet mine.
And for the first time since I met her I feel like I’ve already lost something I never had.
I sit across from her, hands steepled, waiting for her to look at me.
She doesn’t.
“Scarlet,” I say softly.
Her eyes flick up, guarded.
“Do you want to just fuck?” I ask directly.
Her eyes widen, cheeks flushing that perfect shade of red—hernamesake.
“What?”
“Do you want to just fuck?” I repeat, steady. “Because I’ll fuck you and then you can go, if that’s what you’re after.”
She leans back in her chair, lifting one brow with mock amusement. “It’s not like I’m here for long anyway.”
“How long are you in town?”
“Seven days. My family flew in Friday. We leave this coming Friday.”
Seven days.
Six, if I count today.
That could work.
“Then stay,” I say, voice quieter now. “Bepatient. Let’s see where this goes.”
She tilts her head. “How patient?”
I fight a smile. “Can I at least have the day before you start demanding my dick?”
Her mouth twitches. Her cheeks redden, puff out and she bursts into laughter.
It’s unexpected. Bright. Melodic. The kind of laugh that wraps around something buried in my chest and squeezes. It wipes away the weight of the morning, softens the air between us.
She’s laughing like a woman I could get addicted to.
And against my better judgment, I grin.
“Can’t make any promises,” she says, catching her breath. Her eyes are sparkling again, alive with mischief. Not at all the reaction I expected, but it’s perfect.
Then she smirks, tilts her head.
“Didn’t know we werebothvirgins.”
She giggles, then she picks up her fork and starts eating eggs like she didn’t just ruin my entire ability to think straight.
Virgin?
Before I can question what she meant, she speaks.
