He shook his head and rol ed over, taking me with him so I was on top. I pul ed up with my forearms on either side of him.
“You are,” he said when I was looking down on him.
“You’re the only woman I know who can come that hard and start arguing five minutes later.”
“I didn’t come ‘that hard’,” I lied.
His face changed, the satisfaction deepened and I held my breath.
“You did. I watched.”
Wonderful.
“Okay. You want to know what I have to say?” I asked, deciding I’d much rather be on this subject than on the subject of how hard I cl**axed.
His brows went up, “You remember?”
My eyes narrowed, “Don’t be a jerk.”
He rol ed again, this time, me on my back, Eddie up on his forearm, half his body on mine.
“Okay, Chiquita, I’m listening.”
And he was.
Shit and damn.
I looked at the ceiling.
“Fine, then. You and me. We’re not going to work.” He didn’t say anything so I looked at him.
He was watching me, his eyes hard to read. I just stared at him.
Then he spoke.
“That’s it?”
I nodded.
“That’s it.”
“Let me get this straight.” He didn’t move, just watched me, “You’re lyin’ naked in my bed and you’re breaking up with me?”
I didn’t know there was something to break but I nodded anyway.
“Why?”
I was afraid he’d ask that. Mainly because I didn’t have an answer, at least not one that I’d share with him or even one I ful y understood myself anymore.
In the end, I did the only thing I could think to do, I grasped at straws.
“I know you have a thing for Indy.”
Um….
Uh-oh.
I should have left it where it was.