“I don’t think my choice made a difference. He’d already met someone else.”
“He cheated on you?”
“He says they never slept together, but does it matter? If his heart and mind were elsewhere, then does it really matter if they slept together or not?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
I grab the pack of cigarettes from my pocket, taking one out and balancing it on my lips. I light it, and the smoke melds with my breath.
“It hurt, didn’t it?”
“You have no idea.”
“Does it still hurt?”
I look at him. “Not tonight.”
Sean smiles and bites his lip, and all I want is to feel him on me; taste his tongue in my mouth as it dances with mine.
“Maybe we should…” He nods at the door behind us.
“We should. But there’s only one thing I want to do right now.”
“What?”
“Accept your invitation. From before.”
“You want to come home with me?”
“God… God, do I. But this is your evening. You’re with your friends, and I want to act like a model boyfriend.”
“Why do you care so much?”
“Because you deserve it, Mr. Quinn.”
“We could get something to eat, drink another round, then leave early with an excuse.”
I lean in and grab the lapels of his jacket. Smoke escapes my lips, tickling his.
“I like this plan.”
“I’m glad.”
“You know what else I like?”
“What?”
“Your mouth.”
“My…” He brings his fingers to his mouth, and all the blood in my veins rushes to one particular area.
“I want to kiss you again.”
“Are you asking my permission?”
“Should I?”
“Hey, you two!” One of Sean’s colleagues appears outside, forcing us to interrupt this moment of pure madness and sexual tension. “We’re just about to order food.”
