When he had my attention, he started talking. “You freaked when you got the flowers and the way you told me it was over, I knew you needed that and was willin’ to give it to you but I was takin’ one last night. You agreed. I used that night to get you to stop thinkin’ crazy and pushin’ me away and it worked.”
“It didn’t.”
“You started redecorating my cabin, you thanked me for the flowers, you let me make love to you in the moonlight and again in the morning. You showered with me, you held on tight on the bike when I brought you home. Is that the behavior of a woman who’s just broken up with you?”
Hmm.
He had a point.
“You didn’t call me for three days,” I kept at it.
“I was workin’ and it’s been intense between us. You freak out any time I get close. You needed space to get your head together. I backed off for a few days and gave it to you.”
Okay, that made sense. It was even nice.
Still.
“I do not freak out,” I snapped.
He raised his brows.
Fuck!
I was freaking out as we talked.
I glared at him because I didn’t have a leg to stand on and I knew it but my pride wouldn’t let me admit it out loud. He watched me then his face started to go soft and sexy and I knew that he knew my thoughts.
Vance Crowe totally had my number.
Damn.
Time to move on.
“All right, well… whatever.” It was weak but I didn’t know what else to say.
I caught his grin definitely this time before his face disappeared into my neck. He knew he’d won in more ways than one.
“Next time I give you space, I’ll tell you,” he said into my neck.
I didn’t want there to be a next time. This last time was bad enough. I didn’t share that with him however.
His mouth moved on my neck and then came to mine and he kissed me, soft and quick and my freak out started to melt away. Then he lifted his head.
“Go to work. I’m tired and need sleep,” he said softly, his face an inch from mine.
“That didn’t take long,” I said, kind of snotty but not really meaning it, “we’re back to macho-speak.”
“Go to work,” he replied, knowing I didn’t mean it.
I stared at him.
I started to move away but his arms got tight. I looked at him and he kissed me again, this time slow and sweet but with lots of tongue.
That was more like it.
When he was done, my freak out had disintegrated.
Gone.