“I was.”
“What?”
“I mean, yeah, I was trying to find you to return your phone, but that was more of a stepping stone to get you to talk to me so I could convince you to sleep with me again.”
“Oh.”
“I totally would’ve respected you saying no. I just knew you wouldn’t talk to me again without a reason, you know, strings and all, so returning your phone was that reason.”
“Wouldn’t sleeping together again be strings?”
“No.” He leans forward, shoving his hands in his pockets. “The way I see it, we would’ve had sex again had we not fallen asleep or if you hadn’t run out of my house before I woke up.”
“Is that so?” I take a step forward. “Did you ever think I ran out of your house toavoidsleeping with you again?”
“I did,” he begins. “And trust me, my friends also mentioned that, so I put a lot of thought into it.”
“And?”
“Well,” he takes a step forward, “if they’re right that the night didn’t live up to your expectations, I need a do-over.” He loops his fingers through the front belt hooks on my jeans, leaving very little space between our bodies.
I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from telling him he met my expectations. That he exceeded them in every way possible. But right now, the ball’s in my court, and if I let him know he’s getting to me, he’d win.
“And if you don’t need a do-over, what’s your reason then?”
“I’d really like to fuck you again.” He grins. “Plain and simple.”
“And after?”
“What?”
“What happens after? We move on with our lives like we already should’ve?”
“Yeah,” he says. “One more time, and if you don’t find yourself wanting more, I’ll leave you alone.”
“You think awfully high of yourself.”
“I like to think I’m just a very confident person.”
“No strings. Just one more time, and then you walk away.”
“I walk away.”
“No more waiting for me on campus?”
He laughs, “Trust me, I’ll never do that again.”
I need this. It saves me the trouble of trying to track someone down. Plus, I know it’ll be good; I won’t have to wonder if I wasted my time for the sex to be mediocre.
I’m tense. I can feel it in my bones, but sleeping with Zeke will loosen me up. It did more than that this weekend.
“Plus,” he whispers, pressing his lips against my ear, “think of how much better the sex will be now that our bodies are acquainted. Now that I know the spots that make you squirm. Now that I know the noises you make when I kiss the sensitive skin below your ear.”
I close my eyes, his words sending chills down my spine. He steps away, leaving my body cold from his lack of warmth.
“But you know, take your time. Think about it.”
I want to wipe that smug look off his face. He got me. He knows he has me, and I’ve lost my advantage. He knows I’m gonna say yes.