Page 125 of Only With Me
“We’ll circle back to that one later.” I grin against her.
“Mm. But I’m also learning how much I really like kissin’ you.”
“Glad to hear it, because I don’t think I coulda gone another day without it.”
“Am I good at it?” She pulls back. “You can be honest.”
“Harlow…” I laugh between my words. “You have nothin’ to worry about. Everything we’ve done has been better than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“You should know the answer to that by now,” I quip. “But yes, go ahead.”
“If you’ve liked me for a while now, why did you agree to teach me about sex and orgasms when you knew it was so I could find someone on that datin’ app?”
“Because I didn’t want anyone else teaching you. I wanted you to have those experiences only with me.”
“Okay, fair enough.” She licks her lips. “I kinda stopped tryin’ to meet anyone because I much rather spend my time with you.”
“Is it safe to say you won’t be going on a second date with Ethan?”
She snorts. “Emery, and definitely not. He was kinda weird and way too invasive.”
“Invasive, how?”
“He asked about me the entire time, never said much about himself, and wanted to know a lot of personal details.”
My brows raise in concern. “I hope you didn’t tell him where you live.”
“No, but he did ask where I worked.”
“Harlow…” I sigh. “What’s the point in meetin’ in a public spot if you’re just gonna tell him how to find you later?”
“I thought it was harmless…he looked like a normal guy.”
“They all do until they hunt you down like prey.”
“Now you sound like Natalie. She makes me share my location with her because she reads all these horror novels about serial killers. Oh shit, speakin’ of—” She reaches for her bag and takes out her phone. “If she’s watchin’ me now, she’s gonna freak out that I’ve been sittin’ in the middle of nowhere for a half an hour.”
“I think I like this Natalie…”
“I’m sure you would,” she mocks, scrolling through her messages. “Yep, seventeen texts askin’ if I’m alive.”
“I’m glad she cares about you though.”
“Oh no…” Her eyes grow wider.
“What?”
“She called the sheriff and gave him our location.”
“Oh shit…we better go.”
When I look in my rearview mirror, I realize it’s too late. He’s parked behind me.
“Fuck, you better get over.” I help her move next to me but then realize her pants are still undone. “Button your jeans.”
Then I scramble to adjust myself and hide my erection.
