So my ability to recognize what the hell was going on was not to be trusted.
“So now that we’re down to mere minutes,” he said as I checked the app and saw my driver was four minutes away, “I have to ask. Did tonight improve my odds of getting you to go on an actual date with me?”
I raised my eyes from my phone to his face, andGod, the way he was looking at me.
How couldhebe looking atmelikethat?
I was leaning on my car, my back against the passenger door, and he was watching me like he wasintome, like he really wanted me to reconsider.
“Oh, it definitely didn’t hurt,” I managed, my throat incredibly dry all of a sudden.
I wasn’t in the zone yet, praise Jesus.
“It was the sexy kiss cam action, wasn’t it? I seduced you, admit it.”
“Honestly, I really appreciated your quick thinking,” I admitted, wondering what it would be like to actually kiss him.
“Oh, it was entirely selfish,” he said, stepping a little closer.
Suddenly his face was so close, just above mine, and I found it hard to breathe. Long, dark lashes, blue eyes that were lighter than I’d thought; God, he was even more beautiful mere centimeters from me.
“Selfish?” I asked, my voice embarrassingly soft.
“Selfish because I wasn’t willing to publicly give away our first kiss,” he said, his voice deep and quiet as the subtle scent of his cologne drugged me. “Not if it’s even a remote possibility.”
“Oh,” I managed, feeling like I was underwater.
“So it’s kind of linked to my first question,” he said, moving just the tiniest bit, so that his mouth wasveryclose to mine. His hands moved to the roof of my car, so he was almost caging me between the vehicle and his body, and my traitorous body felt a thrill when he leaned in even closer and said beside my ear, “What are your thoughts on my chances?”
“Good, I think they’re so good,” I breathed out, struggling to keep my eyes open because his mouth was so close to my neck and he smelled intoxicating. “So much potential.”
“On which?” he asked, and my toes curled inside my shoes at the way his voice dropped even deeper and his breath tickled my neck.
Is he about to kiss my neck?
“Both,” I said, unsure when my hand had landed on the back of his neck or how my head came to be tilted the tiniest bit to allow access. “Definitely both.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he said quietly.
Then he straightened back up.
And gave me a sexy, challenging grin.
I blinked, feeling dazed, like I’d missed something. He was smiling down at me like he’d just proved a point. Scored a touchdown.
Go back to where you were before, the whole neck thing!
“I mean, I can’t kiss you now, tonight, when this isn’t arealdate,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “So we should probably get that scheduled soon so we can proceed, don’t you think?”
Connor Cunningham, you fucking tease.
I gave my head a shake, almost dizzy with the realization that it was happening. Even after my initial failure to respond honestly about wanting to see him again, he was asking me out on a very more-than-friends date.
“I think you might be onto something.”
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