“Thanks for the feedback,” he calls as I shut the door.
Luckily, his apartment isn’t far from mine, and I hurry up to the third floor, thankful he didn’t follow me with more poetic prose of the worst romance ever.
I am kind of proud of myself, though. My aversion to confrontation didn’t stop me from telling Tanner how much he creeped me out. And it didn’t make me stay to listen to any more out of complacent respect.
“You look like you’re running from someone,” Decker says. “Ortosomeone.”
Jumping, I turn to see him with that cocky smile that gets me every time, but I have to keep my wits about me. I don’t know how to act around him now that we’ve seen each other naked. Even if knowing he’s gotten up close and personal with almost every inch of me makes me flush and make the temperature rise at least ten degrees.
“The date I was just on…”
“Not good?”
“Just out of curiosity—because you’ve clearly had a lot of women out of their clothes and in your bed—what do you call their vagina?”
Decker frowns, and I love the little line that forms between his eyebrows as his forehead crinkles. God, eventhinkinglooks sexy on him.
“I… don’t know. I’m not sure I call it anything. There are comments about how good she tastes or feels, but I’m not sure I’ve ever directly made a reference to it.”
Jealousy flares. I know he’s been with a lot of women. I’ve seen them. Heard them. And it’s the reason I’m asking him this question, but that doesn’t stop the sting. “Exactly.”
“I’m lost.”
“He referred to my vagina as petals, the wettest pleats, and then a dark, moist tunnel. I thought a poetic man would be romantic. Someone who shares his feelings without believing society’s nonsense about it making him less of a man. But he was just creepy.”
Decker snorts, his body shaking with laughter. “Dark, moist tunnel? You’re not serious.”
“Dead serious. You think I’d make that up myself? Who even comes up with that and thinks,hey, this is a great line to get a woman out of her clothes?What the hell?”
“Wow. There’s no way that’s worked for him before. Unless he has a massive cock between his legs and had it out while he said it.”
“Didn’t get a look, and that’s okay. I swear, he just Googledcreative ways to describe female body parts. It’s just… ick.”
I shiver, remembering how uncomfortable it was to have Tanner say the words to me. It’s like regurgitating your food at this point. Nothing about it is good.
Tilting his head, Decker stares at me, and I damn near melt. Damn this man. Can one part of him be ugly? Or maybe he could be stupid. That would be helpful.
“What?” I ask, shifting.
“Nothing.”
“No, there’s something. Wait, are you imagining me naked again?”
“Holly, I haven’t stopped thinking about you naked since our shower together.”
Well, strip me naked and take me on the couch, sailor. Seriously, Decker doesn’t need to do much to convince me. “Is that right?”
“But you’re dating around, right?”
That sounds almost like a come-on. “You don’t do relationships, Decker.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Technically, yeah, I’m dating around.”
He steps close to me, our faces just inches from each other, and he smiles. “While you’re dating around, I’m not going to fuck you again.”
Damn it. “I’m not committed to anyone. And I haven’t slept with any of these dates. This app is about to be deleted, I think.”
