“You did?” I laugh. “I believe I had a major crush on you as well.”
I like this. This is playful. It feels like a major breakthrough. I may not have to tie him to the bed to get him to listen to me after all. Though it sounds very appealing.
“Have you eaten?” he asks, ignoring Damien as he comes up to take his drink order.
I shake my head no. “I had a late lunch but I could eat.”
He pulls out his wallet, throws some money on the bar, and grabs my hand. We push our way through the dozens of people on the dance floor. At one point he can’t move any further so he spins around, grabs me by my face and collides his lips with mine. I’m taken by such surprise that my mouth opens up for him immediately and he slips his tongue inside. My arms lie helplessly by my side as he devours me in the middle of the floor. Just as quickly as he started it, he stops it, pulling my forehead to his.
“Embyr.” He breathes into me. “I want to forgive you.”
A tear immediately slides down my cheek. “I want that too.”
“I’m going to take you to eat something and you are going to explain everything to me.” He kisses me again, this time more chastely. “And then, we are going to start over because as hard as I’ve tried these past few weeks, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
He wraps his hand around my upper arm and pulls me through the rest of the way.
