“Men,” he stated. “How many men whose eyes you catch smile at you?”
I thought about this and answered, “All of them.”
He stared at me but murmured, “Right.”
“They’re just being friendly.”
“Uh… no. They want in your pants even if they’re walkin’ by you on the street.”
“That isn’t true,” I retorted. “Women smile at me too.”
“All of them?”
I thought about this too and muttered, “No.”
“Good-lookin’ ones?”
My eyes slid away.
“Anya, eyes to me.”
My eyes slid back.
“Good-lookin’ bitches, they don’t smile at you, do they?”
“Uh…” I mumbled but didn’t say more.
“Competition,” he decreed.
I studied him again.
Then, quietly, I declared, “Knight, seriously, honestly, all this is crazy.”
“Anya, babe,” another arm squeeze with a head dip and I held my breath, “seriously, honestly, you’re absolutely f**kin’ right. This is f**kin’ whacked. It’s also f**king happening.”
“What is this?” I ventured.
“The start of you and me.”
My body went still, that tingle came back, my eyes stared into his and my heart again stopped beating.
Then I whispered, “What?”
“Babe, you’re standing in my arm, in my house, drinking my wine after agreeing in the kitchen.”
“I haven’t even sipped the wine,” I pointed out.
His lips twitched.
Twitched!
I made Knight Sebring’s lips twitch!
“Right, well, you will,” he muttered.
“And I didn’t agree to anything,” I went on.
Another lip twitch.