“Why not?” His expression turned quizzical. “Everyone wants to be loved.”
“Love comes at a price, and I’m not interested in paying.”
He studied her without speaking. She tried not to squirm. What did she care what he thought of her? He was just some random guy who’d brought over great Mexican food.
“Who hurt you?” he asked.
“I told you—I don’t do relationships. No one gets close enough to hurt me. I like it that way.”
“Sounds lonely.”
“To you, Mr. I-Want-A-One-True-Love.”
He laughed. “I don’t think I’d go that far.”
“Sure, you would. You like relationships.”
She thought he might disagree, but he surprised her by nodding.
“I do.”
“Why? Relationships tie you down.”
“I like the connection and knowing that I matter to someone. I like being there for someone.”
“Yuck. Too many feelings. I like sex.”
His smile returned. “Me, too.”
“Good. Then we should get to it.” She tilted her head. “The bedroom’s that way.”
“Thanks, but it’s too soon.”
While his response wasn’t unexpected, she was still disappointed. “I thought I was your type.”
His eyes dilated slightly. “You are, but I want to be more than a distraction.”
“You mean a relationship?” She shuddered. “I think I’ve been more than clear when I say that’s not happening.”
“Which leads me to again ask, who hurt you?”
She raised her arm as if glancing at a watch on her wrist. “Look at the time. If you’re not going to put out, you should probably be going. But you can leave me the leftovers.”
“Okay, I’ll stop asking, but I won’t stop wondering.”
“Wonder away. You get to do anything you want in the privacy of your mind, but I don’t want to hear about it.”
“Want to watch a movie?”
She sighed. “I guess. If you’re sure about the no-sex thing.”
“I am.”
“I was hoping for more.”
“Dinner and a movie is what’s on the table. Thoughts?”
She should toss him out. Now that she’d eaten, there wasn’t much point in keeping him around. Except she kind of liked his company.
