“Safety first.”
I snort, then we’re quiet again.
“But you said yes to me.” Is he moving closer?
“I did.”
“Why?”
My eyes dart to his lips. “You looked like you knew what you were doing.”
“I’m glad you accepted my invitation.”
“I accepted it because of the suitcase.”
“I know.” The desire in his eyes tells me he doesn’t believe it.
And he shouldn’t. I might’ve come to the lesson for the suitcase, but I stayed for him.
I clear my throat. “But maybe this was a one-time thing.”
He nods. “Yeah. One time.”
Neither of us moves.
Neither of us believes it.
He slides a piece of hair behind my ear, but I’m pretty sure there isn’t one to slide. He just wants to touch me.
The idea of it is thrilling.
“But next time maybe we do something safer,” he suggests.
“I would like a next time.”
Who am I even right now?
His lips curl up in the most delicious way. “So would I.”
The timer beeps, and his eyes flick to the kitchen. “I have to finish my class.”
I nod. “And give away those swag bags.”
He grins. “Yeah. Until next time.”
I nod, still not even sure what we’re talking about. I’ve been out of the dating scene for so long.
What’s next time?
A date?
Sex?
Both?
I’m game for anything at this point.
I watch him strut back to the kitchen, and the women gather around him.
