“You won’t.” She sips her beer. “I just got out of a long-term thing, and I’m not going to jump into bed with the first guy who asks. It’s not my style.”
I’mthe first guy to ask? Impossible. “Whatisyour style?”
She sighs and starts to slide off her stool. I reach out and take one of her hands in mine. A tingle runs up from my hand to my shoulder and down to my chest. Swear to God, my nipples get hard. Embarrassing. “Don’t go.” I mean it. I don’t want her to leave.
“That paper won’t write itself.” She chuckles.
Pulling her hand from mine, she holds her palm up. “Give me your phone.”
Without a word, I grab it from my back pocket and set it in her hand. “Passcode is 1234.”
She arches her pretty auburn brow at me. “Secure.”
I shrug. I don’t care about my security code. There’s nothing on there that anyone would want. I don’t pay bills with my phone or shit like that.
I watch as she types. Handing back my phone, she smiles again, and I want to wrap her up in my arms.
“If you want to talk, give me a call. Or text. But I meant what I said, Luke. I’m not into one-night stands.”
“How ’bout two nights?” I chuckle. Worth a try, am I right?
She doesn’t respond, just waves one little hand at me and turns to leave. I watch her hug Quinn goodbye and step out my front door.
Staring down at my phone, I bring up my contacts and laugh. She typed two words: Forever Girl. Now that, Icanbelieve.
