She exhaled. “No. I mean, I think he was just going to kiss me.”
Carson knew Devon was after more than a kiss.
“And that would have really sucked,” she said.
Well, Carson agreed, but he still had a question. “Why were you with him?”
Another exhale. “I thought he was cool. And when he asked me out, I was excited, I guess. I didn’t think he’d take me to a raging party, and then, well, you know.”
Carson did know. And she’d walked a few steps closer to him. He studied her in the lamp light. “You don’t seem his type in the first place. Besides, he can be a jerk, despite his football god status.”
The woman looked down at the sidewalk. “Thanks for, um, interrupting things. I didn’t realize Devon would take me to his bedroom on our first date.”
Carson decided this woman was too naïve for her own good.
“I should go,” she said in a rush. “Thanks again.”
Carson still hadn’t come up with a response as he watched her hurry away, and she’d disappeared around the next corner before he could ask her if she wanted a ride.