“Right. Casual.”
He smiles. “Right. You think you can come up with more things like this?”
I have no idea. But I want to try. “Yes.”
His smile is full and real and completely directed at me now, and wow, the stomach flip is also full and real.
"We could do this again," I say quickly. "This works."
He nods. "Sure." Then he leans down a little and says, "But there are a lot of things we can't do here."
I suck in a quick breath. Right. I want to do those things. "Okay. I'll come up with some things."
His grin is very real, and almost flirtatious. I like it. A lot.
“Okay. You’ve got my number. Let’s see what you’ve got, Wild Child.”
Then he squeezes my hand and my hip.
And turns and walks away.
CHAPTER 8
DAVID
I really had no choice.
She wasn’t going to stop.
She was going to keep being gorgeous and sweet and interesting.
And tempting.
Letting her set up ways for us to spend time together, giving her the rush of sneaking around, was really the best and only solution.
This way, she can see for herself that we’re a bad idea.
At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself all week.
While wondering why Mia hasn’t texted or called me.
It’s been a week since I put it all in her hands. And I haven’t seen or heard from her once.
I’ve seen her car. When I’ve driven by the library. Coincidentally.
No, I don’t usually drive by the library during my regular daily activities, but this week I just happened to. At least that’s what I’m prepared to tell anyone who asks.
And yes, her car has been there all week.
I also know she’s been writing because she’s uploaded two new chapters of her fanfiction this week. Two.
From what I can tell looking back and checking dates, her usual pace is once a week at the most. Often she goes two weeks between postings. Once there was even a seventeen day stretch between chapters.
But this is the first time she’s posted two chapters in a week.
And they were fucking spicy as hell.
But she hasn’t called or texted me.
