My heart beat faster. “No.”
“Then don’t make it into a big deal. I expect you to sleeponlywith me. Can you manage that?” He raised an eyebrow with a challenge in his eyes. I couldn’t resist that jawline. I nodded. “Good. No morefuckingSeths.”
I blushed again at the memory. “I had a class with him and, uh, he asked me for a drink. I wasn’t in my right mind.”
“Would you have slept with him?” His tone dropped low. Too low. Nerves took over. “Was the night before not enough for you?”
“No. That night, no. I wouldn’t have slept with him. I enjoyed the attention, that’s all,” I mumbled and avoided his stare. “He was a distraction, Gid. That’s all.”
“I haven’t slept with anyone else since that motorcycle ride. Not when I have to see your cute ass every goddamn day. Can’t get your body out of my mind.”
This. I could do this.Sex. Attraction. Heat.“Good.”
“Next time you need attention, call me.”
I nodded, but he deepened his voice. “Promise me.”
“Sure, yeah.”No chance that’s happening.
“I have to go meet my coach, but I’ll see you later, yeah?”
“Two games tonight. You going to let me make the starting line-up?”
“No chance in hell, Barbie.” He stood. I didn’t know how to handle this.What is the protocol for a sleepover?Did I offer breakfast? I sure as hell didn’t want to. I needed to digest everything that had happened. Without him.
“I’ll, uh, walk you out.”
He stopped at the door and cupped my face. He didn’t kiss me, but his tender gaze felt more intimate than one. I blinked back emotions I didn’t want to have and called my sister the second the door shut.
“SOS. Brunch. Lunch. Snack. I don’t care.”
“Morning to you, too. Don’t you have classes today?” Bea’s chipper voice made me feel better.
“In two hours. I need your advice. Help. Anything.” I paced my room and searched for my favorite sweatshirt. It was one of Justin’s cross-country team.God, I’m a mess. Why am I wearing this years later?
“Fiona? Did you hear me?”
“Sorry, what?” I kicked the clothing across the room.
“There’s a burrito place downtown. Join me. This is related to Justin, right? And not with the gorgeous grump you coach with?” I swore I heard her smile through the phone. The obnoxious twat.
“Obviously. When can you be there?”
“Fifteen minutes?”
“Good. Don’t bring Amanda. This is the cool sisters’ shit.”
“I love our coolsistershit.” Then she hung up.
I raced to my car and tapped my fingers against the wheel. Sure—I enjoyed sex with Gideon. He was dynamite. It was safe to say the best ever, but my small excuse of a heart had no room for emotions. It was sewn up, shut tight and locked.
Then why did my brain hurt from thinking?
Why did my chest constrict at how nice Gideon had been?
Why did I—no. I didn’t want more. Justin took up too much room. “Gah!”
I slammed my fist against the wheel and blared the horn. I got some angry stares and sped off. Bea would understand. She would know what to do. If she didn’t, she always gave solid advice.
