“Well, I’m here,” he said. “On a Tuesday night,afteryou’ve had a dinner date with another man.”
I smirked. “Heispretty charming.”
“I like you, Sabrina. I like you more than anyone I’ve ever met, honestly. I want to get to know you better, and I really,reallywant to fuck you. I’m willing to wait for as long as it takes, so I guess that means we’re in a committed relationship,” he said. “Or, I am at least.”
“Really?”
“Why is that surprising for you?”
“Because you’re...” I shrugged. “Well, you.”
He cocked his head. “Which means...?”
“Gorgeous, alpha, desirable... desired.”
“You’re all those things too, Breezy.”
“It’s different for women,” I countered. “More emotional.”
“Sometimes,” he agreed.
“I have more to lose.”
“That’s not true.”
“You’re probably right.” I closed my eyes. “Sorry.”
He gripped my chin gently and I met his eyes again. “You’re beautiful, Sabrina. Inside and out. I’d like to be in this. What about you?”
“Will we be exclusive?”
“I’m not fuckin’ anyone else. You?”
I shook my head.
“Then, yeah, exclusive,” he said.
“Are you saying this because you want into my pants?”
He laughed. “No. I’m resigned to waiting, baby.”
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. “Okay.”
He grinned. “Okay.”
“I’ll get your beer.”
“Thanks.”
“How long’s it been for you?” he asked.
“Since I was with someone?”
“Yeah.”
“Three years.”
“No shit?”
