Mack was the perfect gentleman when he took me home. He walked me to my door and kissed my cheek on my porch.
“Do you want to come in?”
He nodded. “I do, but I’m not going to tonight. I think you probably need some time to yourself.”
I drew in a breath. “I actually don’t want to be alone right now. If you want to leave, that’s okay, but…”
“Let me in, Scarlett,” he growled.
I shook my head. “Never mind. Have a good night.”
“I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at that asshole for making you feel this way. Let’s go in. Let me hold you until you forget all about the way his hands felt on your body.”
I nodded and opened the door. He was right behind me as we walked into my dark living room. I turned on a lamp, not wanting the harsh overhead light on.
Mack took my hand and led me to the couch. “
