“I don’t,” I shot back automatically. When he looked at me pointedly, I huffed out a frustrated sigh. “I’m not good with people. And on top of that, I had to do everything growing up,so now, I just like to worry about me and not care about other people’s problems.”
“But that’s not completely true, is it?”
“The fuck you talkin’ about?”
“Well,” he held up a finger, “you’re fixing up your friend’s motorcycle.”
“Brother,” I corrected, though I didn’t know why. “He’s a club brother. Means more than friends, but also… it’s not like we’re that close.”
“Oh, sure. Anyway,” he went on, and by the way he held up another finger, I knew he was going to tick off all his damn points. “Two, you helped me. Like, you didn’t hesitate. First, you offered to set me up with a place, and then you said I could stay here. You even went as far as to offer to help get my money back.”
Which reminded me that I needed to tell him that his money was in his account. But it was best to let him finish his little rant first since it looked like he was practically vibrating out of his skin to prove me wrong.
I found it adorable, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Three—”
Actually, I decided the moment his third finger went up that I wasn’t going to do either of those things. Instead, I was going to kiss him.
He moaned against my lips, a smile curving up at the corner of his mouth.
“What? Too much talking?” he asked in a whisper. “Or too much of me being right?”
I kissed him again. And again. Until it turned into one long make-out session right there in the kitchen. When he reached for the button of my jeans, I stopped him.
“You’re always doing things for me. I want to do something for you,” he said, peering sweetly at me with those hazel eyes.
“You will.”
“Tonight,” he demanded.
“Tonight,” I assured him. “But I’m gonna warn you, it ain’t just gonna be about me.”
Suddenly, I was damn nervous about it.
What if this was it? What if we got one last moment together and then he was gone? What if I got to taste every inch of him, know every inch of him, and then that was it?
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Danny
Naked, sprawled out on the bed, I held my breath as I waited.
My skin was buzzing.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this excited. Fuck, I almost felt like a virgin, and that was scary. All the thoughts going through my head were ones I didn’t normally have. Sure, I had my insecurities, but not like this. I was legit worried that I wouldn’t be good. That I would be the worst sex of his life.
And for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why it mattered so much.
Maybe I didn’t want to be just another fuck for him. I didn’t want to be another face in a pile of faces. I wanted to be standing on top of that pile of faces, and I wanted to be wearing the crown…
Even if he didn’t end upchoosingme.
“You alright?” Killjoy asked as his finger traced the line of my jaw.
“Yeah,” I said, but it was in no means believable with how shaky it came out.
“Nervous?” he asked, head cocked like he couldn’t believe thatIwas nervous.
