I feel him everywhere, sparks going off beneath my skin. It doesn’t seem to matter what the state of our relationship is, the attraction between us hums like a live wire, snapping and crackling with intensity.
“I’ll see you around, Red. We’re just getting started.” He winks.
I know in my heart that he’s right. I still can’t resist a verbal tussle, though, and shoot him a small smirk. “I’m pretty sure I told you to fuck off last night.” My brows raise, challenging him.
“You’ll find I don’t fuck off very well.” He sends me a devastating grin, complete with the dimple I can’t get enough of, before he takes off for the parking lot.
Damn, I’m screwed.
The honest truth is I can’t resist him.
And I’m beginning to see that he can’t resist me, either.