I swallow and glance down the quiet street, suddenly very aware that we’re alone.
“Well,” I say lightly, trying to steady my nerves, “I suppose I should thank you.”
“You could.”
“Maybe I should just go home,” I whisper as he leans down and sniffs my neck,
He moves back like that didn’t just happen and snorts.
“You don’t actually want that.”
I raise a brow.
“You seem very confident about that.”
“I am,” he says simply.
I shake my head, half amused, half exasperated.
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’ve been thinking about me for weeks.”
My cheeks burn.
“Ha!Conceited much?”
“Nah, just realistic.I’ve been thinking about you since the first time I saw you.”
We start walking slowly along the sidewalk, neither of us really heading anywhere in particular.
The stadium lights glow behind us.
“Look, first, you don’t have to say that to me,” I say finally, exhaling slowly.“Maybe we should just say it out loud.”
“We’ll get back to that thing you said about not having to say things to you, but first, we should just saywhatout loud?”
“That we both know what all this tension is about.”
He stops walking.
Turns toward me.
His voice drops lower.
“You mean sex?”he asks, and his grin is even more wicked.
I laugh nervously.
“Well, yes.”
“So, there’s no point pretending this means anything else.”
“No point,” he agrees.
I cross my arms, suddenly feeling both bold and terrified.
“We’re adults.”
