“Of course.” Her voice was also firm, but her attention flickered quickly to the front of my pants, her cheeks now pink, as were her ears.
I shook my head at her, increasing the distance between us out of necessity. “Do you want to talk?”
Shit. Where had that question come from? There was no choice. We had to talk.
Mona, staring at me, her eyes slowly narrowing as she chewed on her bottom lip, didn’t answer.
“Mona?”
“What are my options?”
My mouth dropped open and I exhaled a laugh. “What are your options?”
“Yeah.” She took tiny steps forward, her eyes once more dropping to my fly, and then back up. “I mean, we only have two hours, probably less now. Other than talking, what are the options?”
I stared at her, struggling, standing between the steady voice of reason and a raging hard-on. My eyes lowered to her baggy shirt, simultaneously both wishing it were see-through and hugely grateful it was so shapeless.
“First, we need to be—we need to be on the same page here.” I choked out, my leg and foot conspiring to take a half step forward.
“About what?”
“About us.”
This had been phase two of Kaitlyn’s plan, and I’d been kicking myself all week for not being more explicit about what I wanted before leaving Aspen.
“Okay. What page are you on?”
Crossing my arms, I gathered a deep breath. If Mona could be brave, vulnerable with me, then I could be the same with her. “If it wasn’t obvious, I want to make sure I’m clear now: I am not interested in anyone else. I want a commitment from you that we’ll be completely exclusive.”
She grinned, her eyes brightening. “Fine. Done. We’re exclusive.”
EXCELLENT!
“Okay.” I nodded, having a hard time not grinning like a fool. “Good.”
“Good.” She edged closer, and her goofy grin made me feel better about mine. “Anything else?”
What else?