“How do you know all this stuff? Wait, don’t tell me: the newspapers.”
He goes back to the hose and turns on the water, washing the back of the fire engine.
“Has it never crossed your mind that almost everyone here has read all those articles?”
I walk around the truck so that he doesn’t have to yell: I don’t want him broadcasting all my mistakes to everyone.
“Have you ever thought that, maybe, she’s read them, too?”
“Mmm.”
“And that she knew exactly what type of guy you were when she jumped into bed with you?”
His words begin to take shape in my mind.
“And, considering what you were already like as a teenager…”
It’s not the logic that bothers me: it’s the worrying fact that it’s coming from Tyler.
“What were you expecting when you came back after all these years, Kerry?”
“To be honest, I wasn’t expecting anything.”
“Then why are we even discussing it? And please don’t tell me it’s because there’s nothing better to do.”
We’re discussing it because I can’t seem to shake last night from my mind: her body moving on top of mine, her hair everywhere, her hands sliding down my back, her mouth, her kisses, her breath tickling my skin. I can’t get the way she looked at me out of my head, that expression of pure ecstasy as we made love. I can’t get the fact that I’m still thinking about it out of my head, as if it wasn’t enough.
As if I wanted more.
Jordan
“Do you need a hand?” His breath is on my neck.
“I can do it, thanks.” I try to slide the key into the lock, but he brushes my hair aside, pressing his hot lips against my skin.
“That isn’t helping.”
He laughs from behind me. “Sorry, I can’t help it.” His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me back against his erection. “If you don’t open this door soon, I swear I’ll have to have you right here in the hallway.”
“It’s like I’ve come out for lunch on my own.” Anya’s voice drags me back into the present.
“What was that?”
“You’re so distracted you haven’t even finished filling me in.”
Anya has begged me to come and have lunch with her atAroma Café. She wants a detailed run-down of my night with Niall. At first, I wanted to lie to her: tell her that the evening ended there in the pub, and that we each went home to our own beds. But I think my expression spoke for me.
“What do you still want to know? I did everything you asked.”
“I didn’t ask you to sleep with someone. I only dragged you out for a few hours to distract you; I never thought you’d actually go through with it! I mean, I hoped you would, but…”
“But what?”
“It’s not the first time you promised me you’d try, before backing out at the last minute.”
I scoff, leaning back against the seat.
“It wasn’t so bad, was it?”
