[Gabrielle’s POV]
I stare in disbelief as Trent watches me with a serious expression on his face. He was actually being serious here. He wasn’t going to do anything with me. Was he crazy?
“That’s silly,” I sigh, wanting a distraction from the torrent of emotions I was feeling. “We live in the twenty-first century, where that s**t isn’t needed. Just a meal and a movie is enough to lead back to the bedroom and…”
As I speak, I touch his chest and begin to move my hand down to his stomach, but before I can go any further, his hand wraps around my wrist and stops me.
“I’m serious, Gab,” he says, though his eyes sparkle with desire. “Maybe that was how all those other bastards did with you, but I’m not them, and I have morals I will stick by.”
Pouting, I pull my hand free and stand.
Well,
