“Which one?”
“I can’t remember.”
“Then it’s homework.”
“It’s not fair that you ask me questions after scrambling my brain,” he murmurs.
“You look sexy all flustered.”
“You need to stop talking before I really embarrass myself and ask you to marry me.”
My heart soars as high as it falls with that one admission. Leaning forward, I kiss him softly. “I’m not the marrying kind,”—I swallow hard, the words like acid as they leave my throat—“but I’ll help you find the girl that is.”
His expression is unreadable as he takes a step back. “I’ll draft up the paperwork.”
“Competence is sexy,” I say with a wink, and he snorts.
“Sure.” Slinging his bag over his chest, he turns back enough to look at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Can’t wait.”
ROYCE
It’sa good thing I live down the hall because had I needed to navigate an actual distance home, I would have been screwed.
Kinsley Dane kissed metwice.
And god damn was it good.
It takes me a couple of tries to get my key in the lock, and I stifle a laugh, my mind running away with the euphemism.Good thing Kinsley is gonna help me figure that out.
God, I’m such a loser.
Dropping my bag onto the counter, I scrub my hands down my face.
What the hell am I doing?
I’d never had a woman completely send me spiraling—I’d never cared enough. The problem is that my part crush, part obsession had been so completely unobtainable it was easy to keep it in check.
Now, however, I’ve kissed her and felt her pressed against me with the promise ofmore—physically at least.
She’s nothing like the media portrays her, a fact that had been confirmed every time I ran into her in the last two years and even more so now that we’ve spent actual time together.
Could I do this without making a fool of myself? Without falling for her?
I’ve never been in love, but I never reallytriedeither.
Now, I just need to make sure Idon’tfall for Kinsley. The thought is sobering because I could fall for her, but I’d never know if it was infatuation or real and I couldn’t take advantage of her either.
She’d shown me the cracks in her armor, the woman underneath her carefully refined image. Kinsley Dane, pro athlete, is a bombshell, but Kinsley Dane, hater of almond-flavored lattes and defender of computer geeks with abysmal social skills, iseverything.
And now my cock is hard.
Again.
I shouldn’t but I feel like she’d probably be disappointed if I didn’t.
Screw it.
