I couldn’t get the rest out because his mouth was suddenly on mine and I was gripping his cut to stay upright.
“Fuck,” he hissed, breaking the kiss. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I said.
“Wanted to do that since you called me out.”
I frowned. “When did I call you out?”
“At the club. When I laid on you the worst pick up line ever.”
“Oh, yeah, that.” I chuckled. “That did it for you, huh?”
“Everything about you does it for me, Letti. That’s the problem.”
I sighed. “I know.”
“You wanna do this, we need to be careful. If you don’t, cut it off now.”
“What do you mean by ‘do this’?”
“Make a go of something real. Not really interested in bein’ your fuck buddy, Letti. I want more.”
“You do?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“I honestly don’t know,” I admitted. “I vowed never to be with a biker.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not interested in being with someone like my dad. I want a man who listens to me. Who doesn’t growl or argue or boss me around. A partner. Someone my dad won’t try to murder because he’s fucking his little girl.”
“You want a yes man.”
I shrugged. “Yes. I think I do.”
“We got a problem, then.”
I nodded. “Because you’re not one.”
“Exactly.”
I bit my lip and studied him. “I think I need to call it.”
I could see the disappointment in his face, but he nodded and stepped away. “Okay.”
“That easily?” I snapped.
“Baby, you want me, I’m right here, but you gotta make the call. I’m not gonna go head-to-head with your dad if you’re not in it one-hundred percent.”
“You’re so frustrating.”
He laughed. “Letti, you’re not gonna like me pointing this out, but you don’t want a yes man. A yes man’ll make you want to choke something. But you gotta figure that out yourself.”
“Can we still be secret best friends?”
He grinned. “Yeah. ’Course.”
