“Don’t get that look on your face like I’ve just proposed.” He smirks, all lazy confidence.
“Lio…” My voice catches. How the hell do I even phrase this without sounding like a total prude? “Look, I’m not usually the girl who jumps into bed with someone she just met on a plane.”
“The kind who screws around on the first night?” he finishes for me, blunt as ever.
I flinch at how raw it sounds coming out of his mouth. “Yeah. That. I don’t want you thinking I’m… easy or whatever.”
He leans back against the headboard of the hotel bed we haven’t even made it to yet, arms crossed. “I don’t think so. And I wouldn’t assume it.”
Relief rushes through me so fast my shoulders drop. “Okay. Good. Because earlier, on the plane, I was just… flirting. Playing. I figured we’d land, go our separate ways,
