“Faceless?”
“You’ve been faceless all these months.”
“Then how do you know it was me?”
Xander blurts out, “Because I could smell, feel, taste, hear, and see all of you exceptyour face.”
“You could taste me? Jeez, what were you doing to me,” I say, once again not thinking, then put my hand on my face in embarrassment. “Shit. I don’t know what’s wrong with my mouth today. Just ignore me.”
Xander laughs. “I think we both have that problem. Why don’t we stop saying we are sorry and not worry about it?”
I glance over at him. “Okay. No more sorry.”
“And I’m doing everything possible to you. That’s how I taste you,” he states.
My lower body pulses at the thought.
“In last night’s dream, we were in a shower. Am I creating scenarios in my head, or did that happen?”
My face is officially on fire. I glance over at Xander, and he has a cocky grin on his face. “It happened,” I say and focus back at the road.
“You’re pretty adorable when you blush,” Xander says.
My heart is racing, and my stomach flutters.Simmer down, Charlotte. The guy is just having flashbacks.
Life is so not fair.
“Since you didn’t taste me yesterday in surgery, how did you know it was me?” I tease him but also want to know.
“I smelled you when you stood by me. Then you pulled your hair cap off and said my name. You only say my name in my dreams.”
Eyes on the road, Charlotte.
I’m sitting in a car, next to the man I want to be with but can’t, while he tells me he’s having dreams of us having sex.This is so fucked-up.
“So you dated Damon?” Xander asks in another change of subject but not one I welcome.
“Yeah. I broke up with him the week before I met you.”
Xander shifts in his seat.
“What?” I glance over at him.
He shrugs and raises an eyebrow.
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t see you with a guy like that.”
“A guy like that?”
“Arrogant, moody, full of himself...should I keep going?”
I’m not sure why I stick up for Damon, but I do. “He wasn’t like that when we dated.”
“No?”
To the best of my memory he wasn’t. “I don’t think he was like that to others, either, when we were together.”Well, at least when we dated. After is a different story.
