"Girl, when are ya gonna let me take you out?"
"Brian..."
"Don't Brian me now. How long are you gonna let me chase you, huh?"
"I never wanted you to chase me in the first place."
"You sure did that night," he said pointedly.
Skylar shook her head, irked. She knew it was going to come back and bite her in the ass one of these days.
"That was months ago."
"So?"
"So... I was drunk and hurting. It meant nothing."
He shook his head. "I don't believe you."
"Well, then, I dunno what to say to you."
"Say you'll go out with me."
"I can't."
"Sure you can. Come on, you and I... it just makes sense."
"To you maybe."
"How can you say that? After what happened that night? We were so good together."
"Together?" she echoed, her brows drawn up a notch in perplexity. "We made out, Brian. And
