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I shake my head. “I’m such an asshole.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I am. I?—”
“Did nothing wrong. Don’t be weird about it.”
His monotone delivery pulls a laugh out of me. “I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t stress about it.” He rubs the pad of his thumb over the length of my pinkie, and he could probably crush every bone in my hand if he wanted to. Yet, he’s gentle. Like I’m blown glass.
“You fascinate me,” I confess quietly, and he dips his chin an inch, his mouth curling into what I can only describe as a smirk sinful enough to make a nun drop her robes.
“Yeah. I’d say the same about you.”
I wouldn’t normally fish for compliments, but this feels too good. Being with him is too good, and I need to know it’s real. “You think I’m fascinating?”
“If I tell you the truth, you’ll think I’m a creep.”
I’m on the edge of my seat. “Why?”
“Because I’m worse than Kyle.” When I frown, not understanding, he slides his hand from mine and sits back in his chair, putting as much space between us as the table and chairs will allow. “Since that night in Wawa… If you knew how often I thought about you, you’d hire someone bigger than me to kick the shit out of me.”
Well…
“First of all, there is no one bigger than you,” I say, earning an amused glint of his eyes. “And I think you might be surprised with how much I would enjoy being obsessed over.”
He arches one brow, deliberately raking his dark gaze over me then clucks his tongue. It is deliciously filthy. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Try me.”
Chapter 12
Roman
Eloise might as well have shot off a starter pistol for how adrenaline rushes through my veins, my heart beating hard against my rib cage. I feel like I’m running, trying to catch up to her, barely clinging to my sanity.
First, she hooked me with her outfit. The tight jeans hugging her ass and that even tighter top, with her tits spilling out. Then she went and put on her hot-pink lipstick, like a neon sign, hypnotizing me. I spent more than a few minutes trying not to think about what her mouth might look like stretched around my cock. How that pink would smear and her lips would puff up more than they already are.
Worse was her dare.Try me.
She doesn’t want to know how obsessed with her I am. Because that would require me stripping her naked and eating her out on this table instead of our dinner.
I breathe a sigh of relief when our server arrives at our table, so I can stop holding my breath that I’ll make a goddamn fool of myself. I let Eloise order first, and she asks for an icedtea even though I remind her she can drink whatever she wants. She merely shakes her head and offers me a kind smile that eats away at the darkness that has settled over me the last two decades.
After I tell the server I’ll stick with my water, we give her our dinner orders right away and then she’s gone, leaving Eloise and me alone again. I lean back in my chair, trying to stretch out my legs as much as possible in the tight space. The restaurant is cozy, intimate even, but not exactly built for a guy my size. Eloise fits just fine, though, her pink lips curved in a smile as she watches me try to get comfortable.
When I finally settle, I ask, “How long have you and Sloane known each other?”
“Since high school.” Eloise smiles. “She’s like my sister. I love her.” Then because I love hearing her talk, I wait, knowing she will. And she does. She goes on about the day they met in gym class freshman year. Sloane, in all black, stayed in the back when they had to run the track, and Eloise, in what I assume had to be all pink, hung back with her.
“No one who looks at us would think we belong together, but we’ve always clicked,” she says, snapping her fingers. “Neither one of us fits in with our families, and I think we saw that in each other.” Then she shrugs, adding more quietly, “Sometimes the people who are supposed to see us the clearest, don’t. You know?”
That felt a little more honest than she might have meant to be, and it seems like maybe Eloise needs someone to see her clearly.
And fuck, if that doesn’t break my heart.
I have the impulse to do violence again, but since it’s mostly frowned upon by society at large, I try for a different topic.
