He laid his fork down and reached for my hand. “What if I don’t want to be? What if I’ve been dying to kiss you? What if I’ve been thinking about other things between us?”
I chewed the bite of food in my mouth and swallowed hard as I stared at the seductive look on his face. Suddenly, my lower lip was snug between my teeth. That was quite the indecent proposal. “I don’t think that’s possible right now.”
“Give me a better debate than that,” he quipped.
“Because I only have time for work and study.”
“We’ve been studying and I have to work too.”
“Okay, my honest answer is that I don’t want the complication.” I scooted my chair back and stood, looking away, trying to think of the best reason to say no. I took a step toward the living room, and he grabbed my wrist, gently tugging me back to him.
I didn’t fight him. I couldn’t. What he wanted, I craved too. I’d spent four nights in a hospital bed fantasizing about him, but it was only a fantasy. That was safe…fantasies weren’t going to wreck me or sideline nine years of school.
He moved his chair to the side and pulled me into his lap. I kept my focus on the living room window in front of me, afraid to really see him. Afraid I wouldn’t be able to resist him.
“Quinn, please look at me.”
“Yes, you can. Please?”
When I did and our eyes met, I saw desire in his. I felt my own longing rise up within me.
Our lips clashed in a heated kiss that seemed to last forever, and when I pulled away, I found myself breathless. My lips stung in a delicious reaction to his assault on them.
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