"Nothing. Just..."
He looked at me for a while. "Just what?"
"Have a nice ride back?"
"I don't have to go at all."
"What will you do then?" I asked with a frown, shaking my head. His yes burned, smoldered. Oh, I knew exactly what was running through his head. Pervert. But I was a bigger one than him.
If I saw this meant nothing to him, if I sensed even for a second that this was a game, a phase, a curiosity to entertain before he moved on to shinier distractions—I would’ve taken him to bed without a second thought.
Let the fire burn out quickly, as it always did.
But no.
There was something in his gaze—something achingly real.
This wasn’t casual for him.
And that terrified me more than anything else.
He shifted slightly on the stool, elbows resting on his knees as he looked arou
