"Yes."
"Well, I didn't mean to say that part, so skip over it." Can’t be revealing everything to this man. I mean, I’ve already agreed to way too much today. I need to have some sort of boundaries.
"I'm not skipping it." I huff a loud, annoyed breath since he can't see my annoyed expression. "Babe, I have no clue why you'd ever be jealous. I don't date. Never have. I'm sure as hell not going to date a person who works for me or anyone else, for that matter."
"You don't see how women eye-fuck you."
He actually cringes. "God, I hope not. Sounds invasive."
"Are you serious right now?"
"That I don't want random people eye-fucking me? Yeah, it's creepy. You can do it if you like."
"Of course I can; I let you put your head between my thighs." He lets out a low chuckle. "Whatever, I thought maybe you were dating in secret."
"I won't be dating in secret." He sounds offended.
"Well, you have to date."
"I don't."
"You do."
"Woman, we're going in circles here. I'm not dating anyone but you. I haven't dated anyone else. Why would I? I don't, nor have I ever had, interest in someone else, and I'd be a dumbshit to date when I've spent years trying to get your attention."
“Oh, well. Umm. That’s a lot for me to process, and I’m already on overload.” I take a minute to mull over his words.
“Cat got your tongue, Cupcake?” He thinks he’s shocked me. Which he totally has, but I’m not going to admit it. Cause howthe hell has that man never dated nor been interested in a woman before me? I know he said those words, but I can’t wrap my mind around them.
“Just trying to figure out what your level of obsession is with me on a scale of one to ten.” I peek over at him for the first time since his confession of undying love for me. Okay, he didn’t actually say love, but you get my point.
“Babe, I moved here and got a job.” If I were trying to process everything, that would have fried my inner system. We’re almost to my place.
“You moved here for me?”
“Shit, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Why? Was it not true?” I shoot him a death glare.
“It’s true, but I don’t want it making you feel a certain way. Make you think you owe me anything.”
“Oh, well, I don’t.” I mean, I don't because I want him here, and it gives me all the girly feels that he would do that. It says everything. He smirks. "What are you smirking at?" Cash better not be getting too cocky on me. But damn he does cocky so right.
"You make me smirk, I guess." He shrugs. I glare at him. "Babe, I smirk because I find your responses cute. I get a kick out of that mouth of yours, and hopefully I'll get to use it for other things."
"You!" I can't; this time I laugh. “You’re terrible.”
“If that’s what I have to do.”
“When did you start getting funny?”
“I’m not trying to be.”
“Oh, I know.” Another laugh spills free. “That only makes it funnier.” He pulls into my driveway.
"We can do this here, but I'd rather take you back to the cabin."
"You got food over there?"
