Page 37 of Worth Loving
And there was Dean saying something that reminded her she was just a notch on his bedpost.
“Sorry,” he said. “That came out completely wrong. It didn’t sound that way in my head.”
“No worries,” she said. “Neither of us is a virgin.” Thank God she wasn’t.
She threw the covers back and got up. If she did, then maybe he would too.
He had to leave anyway, so there was no reason for them to laze around. They weren’t going to do this again.
He had a kid to get.
And she needed to get her head on straight. Right now it was spinning faster than a character inThe Exorcist.
Maybe that was what she needed. Someone to pull out these stupid thoughts and ideas that seemed to have taken over her body making her think she could be someone she never could pull off in the long run.
She grabbed a T-shirt out of her drawer and pulled it over her head, thankful it was one that at least hit her mid-thigh. She was covered up enough in her eyes.
No reason to put her sexy attire back on.
He grinned at her, then stood and grabbed his jeans. “I should go. I don’t want to, but you know.”
“Yep, you’ve got to get Jonah. I hate this is awkward.”
“Don’t let it be. It just tells me what I thought. That you haven’t done this much. I guess it’s odd to me, you come off one way, but then there are layers to you I’m finding.”
Crap.
Not what she wanted to think.
“Don’t we all have those layers? The first time I met you, I wouldn’t have guessed you were a single dad. You said it’s been a while for you too.”
Though she highly doubted it’d been years since he’d had sex and she sure the hell wasn’t going to ask him any of that.
“It has. Life gets in the way.”
“It does.”
So much for this not being awkward because it was happening while she stood there and he got dressed.
What happened now?
Were they not going to talk again?
Not see each other?
“I’ve got your number. I’d like to see you again. Unless this was all you wanted.”
Was he giving her an out?
Did it look as if he was disappointed if she said yes.
She was going to be honest.
“I’d like to see you again, if you want to.”
When he was dressed, he stood next to her, his hand coming out and running down her cheek. It was as if he sensed something had changed with her.
“I’m sorry if my words bothered you. It wasn’t my intention. I think I lost a few brain cells in your bed.”
