“You smell good.”
I chuckled. “I ate a shit ton of garlic at dinner, so I thought you’d appreciate it if I showered.”
“I’d rather shower with you, but yeah... you don’t smell like garlic, so I appreciate it,” he returned. “How was dinner?”
“It was great. Dad wants you to come on Sunday.”
He frowned. “To family dinner?”
I walked toward the kitchen. “Yes. Why? Is that a problem?”
“Never done family dinner, Sabrina.”
I faced him. “You’ll be great. Just be you. They already like you just the way you are, you don’t have to be nervous.”
“Yeah, but if they knew I planned to fuck you senseless sooner rather than later, they might change their mind.”
I shivered. “We’ll keep that to ourselves.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“What?” I asked.
“You didn’t say it wasn’t gonna happen, so I’m feelin’ hopeful about tonight.”
I laughed. “Oh, it’s not happening tonight.”
“You sure?” he asked, taking my hand and pulling me against him.
“No, I mean, yes.” I frowned when he leaned down. “Stop confusing me.”
“No,” he whispered, covering my mouth with his.
I slid my hands up his chest, looping my arms behind his neck and weaving my fingers into his hair. When his hands slipped to my ass, I forced myself to break the kiss, dropping my forehead to his chin. “We can’t.”
He patted my butt and kissed my forehead. “Okay.”
“I want to,” I rushed to say.
“You don’t have to qualify it, Breezy. No’s an acceptable answer.”
I relaxed. “Okay.”
He smiled, stroking my cheek. “You got beer?”
“Yes, I’ll get you a bottle.”
He squeezed my hand. “We’re gonna have our time, baby. I’m patient.”
“Full disclosure, I don’t sleep with someone I’m not in a committed relationship with.”
“And...?”
“And, that scares me.”
“Why?” he pressed.
“Because you’ve admitted you don’t date, and I don’t know how to be in a ‘fling,’ so I’m not sure where that leaves us.”
