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been wrapped up in my own head and overthinking everything since you left my house. I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing.”
“Talk to me.” He took a small section of my hair between his fingers and played with it. “What are you thinking, love?”
Ugh.
I loved it when he called me that. It rolled off his tongue so perfectly it could give me shivers.
“Is this just because of the texts? We obviously had a mutual—if secret—attraction to each other before all this happened, otherwise neither of us would have considered having sex. But my worry is that now, this is all happening just because of the text messages.”
“You’re worried it’s all sexual.”
“Not that it’s a bad thing,” I said quickly. “I wouldn’t be against the idea of having a purely sexual relationship with anyone, but I don’t think that’s what I want right now. I see Immy with Mason and… I don’t know. It makes me want that for me, too.”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m not a sexual relationship kind of guy. Time is so limited, and I’m not into using the little time I have just to get my rocks off. I have a right hand and a shower for that.”
My lips twitched.
“I have to admit that I have had similar thoughts to you,” he said in a low voice. “I think having time apart the past two days has put things into perspective, whether that be good or bad.”
Slowly, I nodded. I agreed wholeheartedly.
The problem was, with him sitting right here, staring at me with his green eyes with my scalp tingling as he played with my hair…
The bad terrified the life out of me. And the fact I was so worried that he’d walk away scared me even more, because these feelings were unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
“I like you, Hannah. I like you a lot.” His eyes never left mine as he said it. “And I really would like to see if this will go anywhere. I want to get to know you better and spend more time with you.”
I couldn’t help it. I smiled. “I would really like that.”
“You would?”
“Why are you so surprised?”
“I don’t know. I think I talked myself into this only being about the sex.”
“It’s not like I didn’t do the same thing.” I traced a circle on my knee with my fingertip. “I really like you,” I admitted softly. “And I don’t think it’s just because you’re really great in bed.”
“But it helps, right?”
“Definitely helps.” I laughed and leaned into him.
He shuffled up the sofa, releasing my hair and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “How about dinner? Tomorrow night? We’ll go out somewhere to a restaurant where nothing can happen and we can just spend time together.”
“Is there a no sex rule?”
“Do you think there should be one?”
“I don’t know. It seems counterproductive to go on a date where nothing can happen to turn around and have sex at the end of it.”
“I have the feeling I’m going to regret this, but okay. There’s a no sex rule in place for tomorrow night.”
“Can we change the rule if we really, really regret it?”
He grinned. “I don’t see why not. What do you think, then? We’ll go on a real date.”
“Okay. Let’s do it. Immy has her ceramic painting class tomorrow so I’ll be working until the store closes at five-thirty.”
“I’ll book a table somewhere for around seven and pick you up.”
“You’re not going to drive your car from your driveway to the front of my house, are you?”
“I’m not going to tell you everything. Leave a little mystique, would you?”
I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder. “Fine.”
He pressed his lips against the top of my head, laughing. “Do you think we should leave now?”
“You can leave, but if I go and Grandma’s alone when she wakes up, she’ll call me and ask why she was transported to another dimension. I better stay.”
“I think I can give you ten more minutes, but only if you tell me more stories about her. I feel like I should have something in my arsenal to use against her.”
“You’re so smart.”
“I know. Now, spill.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN – HANNAH
Notoriously Bad At Dating
I slid my feet into my trusty black, velvet heels and looked out of the window. It was almost time for Isaac to pick me up for our date, and I hoped like hell he wasn’t going to be late.
He really didn’t have any excuse for