Chloe
“Go out with me.”
Did he just—?
I stared at him, searching his face for some kind of sarcasm, a joke, a punchline, but his expression was serious, like he’d just said something obvious, and his statement was nothing.
Except it wasn’t nothing.
“You want me….to go out with you?” I asked slowly, trying to make sure I heard it right. “Why?”
“Why not?” he replied casually, taking a step toward me.
I instinctively took one back. “Uh…because—it’s…” I fumbled for words. “Why would you want that? With me?”
He took another step, and my back hit the kitchen island. Before I could retreat again, his hand slipped around my waist and pulled me flush against his chest. Then, without warning, he lifted me effortlessly and set me on the marble counter. My legs dangled uselessly as he stepped
