Page 85 of Don't Be in Love

I ripped my gaze away from his lips and glanced over his shoulder. “Yeah, actually. They’re all staring at your ass.”

He twisted immediately without loosening his grip. “You liar,” he narrowed his eyes. But a charming smirk escaped his lips. “It’s concerning how much you enjoy humbling me.”

“If not me, then who?”

“My sister, my mother, James—”

“James does not humble you,” I argued.

“That’s what he wants you to think.”

“I’m thinking that has more to do withyouthan it does him.”

A pause. Then, “You’re quite fond of him.” He watched me as we swayed, waiting.

“He’s become a really good friend,” I said softly.

“What category does that put me in?”

I pressed my lips together. “To Be Determined.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I still can’t read you.”

“Ask me something then. Anything.”

I pressed my lips together. “What do you think of me? Truly. Because I can’t figure it out.”

That’s the question?his eyes said.

That’s the question, I nodded.

“I’m just surprised you don’t already know,” he responded.

“It’s obvious?”

“I thought so.” He paused, as if he was waiting for me to tell him I was joking. “What do you think of me?”

“Oof, that’s a loaded question.”

“God forbid I ask the same thing. Fine, what’s something you like about me?”

“I find the tomato tattooed on your upper thigh incredibly hot.”

He turned away to laugh but I didn’t miss the dimple appearing in his cheek.

“Dorian Blackwood,are you blushing?”

“You would too if someone’s hand was on your arse,” he admitted.

“My hand is not on your ass!” I lifted my hands off his body immediately.

Laughter shot out of him like a canyon. “I was referencing the older woman behind me. Now who’s blushing?” He took my hands and returned them to his shoulders.

“It’s because you’re looking at me like that.”

“Looking at you like what?” he asked as if he was innocent.