“So what are you doing after this?” Johnny slides beside me and whispers in my ear.
“Umm, I had no plans,” I say. “Alex is out of my apartment now, so I was probably just going to sit around and watch Netflix. You?”
“I was hoping I could take you out?”
Shit. He wants to take me out? Like on a date? I like the guy well enough, but I wasn’t really looking to start anything serious with him. I’m comfortable with my usual routine of hook up and move on.
I wonder if that would be too difficult to pull off with him, considering our friends are dating now? Maybe we should go ahead, consequences be damned? The aftermath of that kiss is still coursing through my body, making me reckless.
“Why don’t you just come to my place?”
“Oh? You don’t want to go out?”
“I’ve had a long week and I just want to blow off some steam. Besides, we’re already eating dinner here. We don’t really need to go out anywhere.”
Johnny backs me into the hallway, away from everyone. “Are you sure?”
This time I’m the one grabbing his face and pulling him to me. I slam my mouth to his and kiss him deeply, thrusting my tongue in his mouth, leaving no doubt what’s on my mind.
“I’m sure,” I say after breaking the kiss. “I’ll send you the address after I leave and then you can meet me there.”
Johnny’s eyes are dark, his intentions clear. “You’re going to need to give me very specific instructions for touching, then. Because, god, Becca. I’m dying to touch you.” He sneaks another kiss before turning back to the kitchen, leaving me to follow behind him.
He’s going to be surprised when he finds out just what the rules entail. Because when I fuck someone, I’m the one who does the touching.
