In a split second, as my heart rate increases, my eyes fly to his. What, like out on a date?" I gulp.
He laughs and releases his grip from my behind. Instead, he seizes my hands and lays them on his bare chest while refusing to release them.
He nods, "Yes, like on a date." We'll go out to dinner once I pick you up.
One single question is driving my body nuts. But as much as I want to say yes, I'm not sure if I should or can. I pull my hands away from his and lean against the door with my back.
I bite my lip and say, "I don't know, Robert."
He holds my hips and shoves his body up against mine while glaring, "Why not?"
I mutter, "I just—" "I don't think it is a good idea."
He asks, tilting his head to the side. "And why's that?"
"Because I'm fairly certain that your only desire is fo
