“You didn’t sleep?”
“Not until I could no longer keep my eyes open.”
“Oh no, what did you do?”
“Watched you,” he said and then laughed. “I didn’t expect that to sound so creepy.”
“It does sound a bit creepy, doesn’t it?” I giggled, and my heart soared as he stared at me and leaned down to give me a kiss.
“I’m not a creep.” He kissed me harder and ran his hands through my hair. “I promise.”
“Hmm, I’ll take your word for it.” I laughed. “You did kiss my ass yesterday.” I flushed at the memory.
“I think I did more than kiss it.” He winked at me as he ran his fingers down my stomach and between my legs and rubbed gently.
“Xander,” I groaned and pushed his hand away. “Not now.”
“Okay.” He laughed and played with my breasts instead. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, I did. You?”
“Great.” He nodded. “I figured out the secret.”
“What secret?”
“The secret to making sure you’re not gone in the morning.”
“What’s the secret?”
“Have sex with you in your apartment.” He grinned, and I laughed.
“You’re an idiot.” I ran my fingers down his chest lightly and played with his nipples.
“A sexy idiot.”
“I guess.” I leaned forward and kissed his chest lightly, and he rubbed my back. “So, what do we do now?” I asked softly, and he froze. I looked up at him with a slight frown and studied his face. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, of course.” He nodded.
“So, what do we do now then?” I asked again.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Liv.” He kissed the top of my forehead and leaned back.
“Whatever I want you to do?” My heart thudded; those weren’t the words I wanted to hear.
“Yes, if you don’t want me to go through with the engagement, I’ll end it.” He nodded.
“What doyouwant to do?” I cocked my head and studied his face.
Didn’t he want to end the engagement? I could feel my body growing warm. I should have been happy that he was willing to do what I wanted, but I wasn’t. I didn’t want him to do what I wanted him to do. I wanted him to do what he wanted to do. I wanted him to be the one to decide to call off the engagement. I wanted him to be the one who made the decision because there was no other option in his mind.
“I don’t care.” He shrugged, his face indifferent. “Whatever will make you happy.”
“Why do you like me, Xander?” I asked him softly. “I mean, aside from me leaving you in the hotel room, why do you like me?”
“I was intrigued by you the moment I saw you at the church.” He stroked my hair. “And I thought you were beautiful and sexy as hell. And sassy too. And then you called me Mr. Tongue, and I thought that any girl who had the confidence to hook up at a wedding and then give me a nickname had to be a girl I wanted to get to know better.”
“I see,” I said and sighed. I didn’t know what I had been hoping he would say.
