Page 104 of Attached At Heart
“Also not going to help.”
“Wow, you didn’t even let me finish.”
“Delaney.” His free hand gripped his armrest, fingers curling over the ends. “I can’t pretend you don’t exist if you keep talking.”
“Right.” My lips curved. “Sorry.”
“I can hear you smiling.”
A full-out grin broke onto my face. “It’s just not every day I get to see you, you know, struggle.”
“I usually hide it better.”
“What do you mean?”
“Never mind.” He squeezed his eyes closed tighter. “Just shut up.”
“You’re the one who started talking to me again.”
He blew a breath out between his lips. “This is why we can’t sit together.”
“Never could.”
“Never for reasons likethis, though.”
“You never thought about me touching you while sitting in lecture?”
“Delaney…”
The way he said my name sounded like a warning, and I wasn’t entirely sure why. Out of all the things I had said and done in the last few minutes, I wasn’t sure why bringing up med school lectures was the one thing that had pushed it too far.
“What?”
He sighed, his eyes blinking open again. They took a second to find me, and when they did, I realized there was nothing teasing in them. His lips were set in a firm line. “First of all, I’ve already told you how seriously I take our friendship and how much I respect you as a person.”
I cocked my head to the side, my lips tilting. “Is that a no, then?” I asked, trying to bring back the Blake who didn’t respect me quite so much.
“Second of all,” he continued, only acknowledging my question with the little twinkle that appeared in his eyes. He leaned forward, his lips flirting with my ear. “It’s pretty bold of you to be sitting over there laughing about what you do to me when you werebeggingme to touch you in front of everyone in that club last night.”
There he was. And he punctuated that statement by nipping at my earlobe, causing me to let out a tiny whimper as heat enveloped me.
The gravel in his voice, the reminder of the club, of what happened when we got home from it, the feel of his lips grazing my skin, giving me goose bumps.
Fuck.
“Ah, goddamn, Lane,” he moaned into my neck.
“What?”
I didn’t even do anything that time.
“You made the noise,” he breathed. “That little whimpering you do that drives me absolutely wild.”
“It’s your own fault,” I argued weakly. “You brought up last night. Again.”
“That was a bad idea.” Blake released his grip on my wrist and slipped his hand beneath the blanket, too. I felt the moment his fingers found my thigh, tickling over the top of it. “So is this, but I…”
“But you what?”
