I give her a little growl. “Just wait.”
“I will. For a while. But if you don’t step up, I might have to take things into my own hands.”
My cock reacts to that. He’s been there when I’ve read her fanfiction, after all.
She starts to sit up, reaching for her bra.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I guess getting ready to go?” But she puts a question mark at the end of her answer.
Right. We’re just on a date, and if we’re not going to mess around anymore, I guess that makes sense.
And I really do think I need to hold off on messing around with her more. For now. I need to be sure I can deal with her dad long-term before I make a bigger commitment to her. That’s the good guy thing to do. And bad boy in the bedroom or not, I am a good guy.
Dammit.
But I don’t want her to leave.
“Camping entails sleeping outside overnight,” I tell her. “You can go, of course. But you won’t be able to count this as camping.”
She seems surprised that I’m trying to prolong our date. But then she smiles. “That’s a good point.” She looks over my shoulder toward the movie screen. “Oh look, we didn’t even miss the end.”
I shift, rolling to my back and pulling her with me. She settles against my chest, and we both watch the screen.
It’s the end scene, where the hero chases after the heroine as she’s leaving.
My hand drifts down to rest on Mia’s ass as the thought hits me that I would definitely chase her.
Yeah, I’m in trouble here.
I’m falling for this woman. I’m halfway there. Maybe more. I want to see her every day, I want to know everything about her, and I definitely, definitely want more nights like this.
That’s complicated, considering intertwining our lives means intertwining my life with Scott’s.
“What!” Mia pushes herself up, staring at the screen. “They don’t even kiss?”
I chuckle. “Do they have to kiss? It’s pretty clear that they’re staying together.”
“Of course they have to kiss.”
I pull her back down, take her face between both of my hands, and look into her eyes. “I agree. They definitely should’ve kissed.”
The movie credits roll as I kiss her, but eventually I begrudgingly let her button her dress up.
But she settles down against me again, and I start Anyone But You.
“Do you think maybe Glen Powell has some clause in his contract where he doesn’t kiss in his movies?” I ask.
She laughs. “God, I hope not. If he doesn’t kiss the heroine in this movie, a rom-com, this is the last Glen movie I’m watching ever.”
She wants to stay. Even though I told her I think we should slow down, even though I told her we weren’t going to have sex, she wants to stay. That’s a good thing.
I want her to stay. That’s maybe not such a good thing.
Being involved with Mia will definitely mean seeing Scott regularly. Spending time with him. Talking to him and being nice. Not sarcastic or rude the way I am sometimes now. There will be no walking off when he pisses me off. God, I might even have to do something like cut down a Christmas tree with him or wish him a happy birthday. Fuck, will I have to buy him a gift? For Christmas and his damned birthday?
Do I want that? Can I do that?
