I needed to get us back to Alesandro’s. I’d remember once we got back there. I roughed a hand through my hair and she laughed.
“I think your car is this way.” She tugged at my arm.
“You sure of that?”
“Pretty much.” She giggled. I don’t think I’d heard her giggle before. I liked the sound, low and uninhibited. I let her drag me for a block before I realized she was right. The streets started looking more familiar. “You really were mad when you got here tonight. Someone should make an app for people like you. A ‘find my car’ app.”
I mock growled at her. It gave me another excuse to put my lips on her throat. “Think you’re pretty funny?” She slowed her steps a little and we both almost got lost again.
She may have twisted me up emotionally, which I hated to admit. But fuck that, the chemistry between us was crazy. Maybe once I’d been inside of her a few times… or more… it would make more sense.
I was good with physical. I could handle physical.
We carried on like this for the next five blocks, walking, making out a little… walking some more.
It only took us forty-five minutes to find my car.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Holly
After laughing andkissing, and chatting about silly things while looking for his car, we both were quiet when we finally climbed in. He started the engine and glanced at me sideways. “Were you getting worried?” And then his hand dropped onto my leg.
“A little.” I couldn’t believe how much fun this date had become. And after all our serious talk too. Talking about Bernadette usually wore me out, but I felt cleansed tonight.
He’d raised his shot of ouzo and made a toast to her. Like he recognized she’d been my best friend. He hadn’t blamed her. He hadn’t made excuses for me.
We’d drank a shot of ouzo in her memory.
And then moved onto other stuff.
I’d said yes to his apartment. And oh Merci, I’d meant it.
But now, sitting a few feet away from him, the cogs of my brain started turning again.
He put the car in gear and carefully pulled into the little dark street.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Uh oh. That sounds serious.” His thumb continued drawing slow circles on the bare skin of my thigh. “Shoot.”
“Are you a player?” I clenched my teeth after asking. I shouldn’t ask a question that I didn’t want to hear an honest answer for. I mean, he’s a fricking professional athlete. Who’d been auctioned off for charity last night.
“Hmm…” He cleared his throat. “A few people would probably say yes to that.”
“People, as in women people?” I just wanted to know where I stood. Except I was probably ruining the mood of this date again. Maybe I should have him drop me off at home. Kiss him again and just say goodbye.
Cause if I went back to his apartment I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t sleep with him.
Which would be fine. I’m an adult. I ought to be able to enjoy something physical and go on with my life.
I ought to be. I just wasn’t sure that I was.
“Yeah. Women people.” He finally answered. “Does that bother you?”
Oh, crap. I couldn’t lie about this. “A little?”
He’d come up on a stoplight and turned to look at me. “How ’bout this. Ice Cream. Movie. And if you want to go home afterwards, that’s totally cool.”
