“No,” I reply. “But this has the potential to really freak you out, and I’m praying it doesn’t.”
More silence.
I inhale another unsteady breath and acknowledge that whatever happens next between us is inevitable.
I’m into Drew Callaghan. The one woman I shouldn’t want for multiple reasons.
“I lashed out last night because my teammate’s a dick—that bit is true.”
Reaching across the center section, I cup her soft cheek in my left palm. It pinkens in response to my touch, but she doesn’t pull away. Maybe she already knows that I’m crushing on her. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her at the gala, no matter how hard I tried.
What the fuck are you doing, Will?
“But that wasn’t the main reason why,” I add.
Her breath hitches, and, fuck, it feels like there’s no oxygen in here.
“I was jealous.” I sigh out the confession. “I didn’t like seeing you leave with another guy because I wanted to drive you home myself.”
Drew’s chest rises and falls more rapidly than before. “Did you just want to give me a ride home?”
Despite the building tension, I refuse to look away from her. A little like my apology earlier, I need her to see that I’m not kidding around.
“Are you seriously going to make me answer that question?”
She just chuckles, her attention falling to our hands once more. “I don’t know what to say, Will.”
I squeeze her hand. “We’re sitting in my car, away from any eavesdroppers. Tell me that you like me, too, or that you at least find me attractive, so I don’t feel like I’m going fucking crazy here.”
16
. . .
Drew
Iexpected today would be all kinds of unpredictable. And it is because Will Jones is the living version of a loose cannon.
An impossibly handsome, incredibly dangerous loose cannon.
Up until this point, I’ve always liked men who took the easy road in life. The ones who played it safe with their heart—and consequently, mine too. The only exception to that rule was Paul Tierney. After our fling ended, I convinced myself that the next guy would be more like the men who had come before him.
Will is everything I vowed to avoid, and while he might convince himself that my silence is down to the shock of what he just admitted out loud, we both know the real truth.
There’s been something simmering between us since the day he showed up at my place and started unpacking my grocery shopping.
“Which of your rules am I in breach of this time?” Will muses, the weight in his voice revealing how stressed he is.
Things between us just got really complicated, really fucking fast.
It feels like my heart might beat out of my chest when I finally whisper, “All of them, I think.”
He moves his hand from my cheek to the nape of my neck, and for a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me.
Holy shit. He might not recall how many women he’s slept with, and I cannot blame a single one of them for falling under his spell. Because if he pulled my lips closer to his mouth, there’s no way I wouldn’t let him do what he wanted with me.
“We can never go there, Will,” I whisper.
His fingers tighten a fraction, eliciting tingles all over my body. “Is this your way of telling me that you feel something between us?”
