Did he just say I was sexy?
“I…hadn’t thought about it,” I say.
Just then, a group of people dashes past us, and we move closer together.
Callum puts his arm around me, and I put my hand on his chest.
His hard chest.
“No?” he asks. “I think you’re lying.”
My mouth pops open in offense but I can’t help but smile. “Lying about what?”
“I think you want to have fun. I think you want to let loose a bit, but you feel like you’re not supposed to. I think…you want to get laid.”
“That, sir, is very presumptuous.”
“But it’s right, isn’t it?”
I can literally feel the heat rising to my cheeks and I keep walking. “I don’t sleep around, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I’m not insinuating that you do,” he says, falling into step with me again and I’m not sure if I am turned on or annoyed. “But I do think you want to. Have you ever?”
I stop walking right in front of what looks like a tiny church. “Have I ever what? Had sex?”
“Hooked up with someone.”
“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I answer, crossing my arms and looking away.
Out of my peripheral though, I can see him smirking. It’s just a half a smirk but fuck me, it’s a good half.
“That’s a no. Damn. Okay, different question. Have you ever wanted to?”
“Same answer as before.”
“And that’s a yes.”
“If you think I am going to sleep with you just because you’re cute and good with words, you better guess again,” I tell him. “I’m not that type of girl.”
“The type of girl that does what she wants and doesn’t care what people say or think?” he asks.
“No.”
“Oh God. Are you one of those girls that wants to be married before you fuck someone?”
My mouth pops open and I laugh at the audacity of it. “Of course not. Jesus, what is the matter with you?”
“Tequilla. But also…hear me out. Neither of us wanted to be here tonight, yet we are. Neither of us expected to meet someone and be attracted to them, yet…we are. I think we should take advantage of it, don’t you?”
“I think you just want to take advantage of me,” I say, ready to step around him.
But then Cal, or Callum, does the last thing I expect him to do.
He drops to one knee.
“Oh, my fucking God,” I laugh, looking around to see if anyone is watching. “What are you doing?”
“Making an honest woman of you so we can both enjoy what little time we have left in Sin City.”
