I don’t know what possessed me to ask. Of course that had been a fling. An incredible, mind blowing fling that left my knees weak and my body sore, but it was only about the s*x. Even though my heart was pounding nervously in my chest and I felt like my eyes were the size of saucers as I stared at him, waiting for his answer.
He was silent for a long, long time. I thought he just wouldn’t answer, but then he spoke. His voice was low and husky. “That depends on you, baby.”
My heart stuttered. “What do you mean?” I croaked.
He took a step towards me. “I mean, what do you f*****g want? You want this to be some fling? Fine, it’s a fling.”
Those words stung, which was stupid. Stupid because it confirmed what I already knew—this was just a fling—but also because it meant that I really didn’t
