Page 79 of Heartsmashed
“Maybe fewer heartbreak calls. Or if I take them, just don’t answer with shit like ‘love’s a scam’ so no one wants to drive into the river.”
“I’d listen to that.”
“You’d have to. It’s in our fake boyfriend contract.”
He smiled, but something flickered in his eyes at the wordfake, and okay, there went that dip in my stomach that I’dbeen trying to ignore. Not because I wanted to take it back, but because it didn’t feel true anymore.
Again with the wishful thinking.
“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean?—”
“I know.”
The quiet returned, full of everything we’d been sidestepping since the hot tub, the slow dance, and my spectacular attempt at ruining my own sex life with one deeply unfortunate sentence.
Beckett leaned forward and set his wine beside mine. “Sawyer.”
God, the way he said my name was enough to undo me.
“Hmm?”
“I like hearing you talk about what you want.”
That wasn’t what I’d expected. Not even close. He hadn’t had to touch me or kiss me to get a reaction, because just that sentence in his deep voice landed hotter than half the things I’d been trying not to imagine since he stepped onto the porch.
“That’s dangerous,” I said. “I talk a lot.”
“You do.”
“Wow, no denial? That was your chance to be charming.”
“I also like that.”
Oh. Oh shit.
It wasn’t just the lake and the stars and the almost-finished wine that heated my body. He was sitting close enough that I couldn’t seem to stop looking at his mouth.
And that was a bad idea. A terribly fantastic, extremely inconvenient idea.
“I don’t always know what I want,” I said softly.
His knee brushed mine. “You don’t have to know everything.”
“Don’t you?”
“No. As a matter of fact, sometimes I know exactly what I should do and still want the opposite.”
My dick throbbed. There were a lot of things that could mean—that I wanted it to mean.
“Beckett…”
It didn’t help that his eyes dropped to my mouth. I wet my lips instinctively and, when he didn’t look away, realized my mistake.
“We should probably call it a night,” I said.
“Probably.”
Neither of us moved. I should’ve topped off our glasses or made a joke, anything to cut through the sexual tension and bad ideas.
