“What are you doing?!” she whisper-yelled.
“Came to see you, of course,” I told her, taking in her sweet scent, and just loving the sight of her.
“You can’t be here!”
“Then why did you unlock the door?”
“To tell you to GO!” she said.
I smiled, chuckling a little.
“I think you wanted me to come here.”
“I didn’t!”
I leaned closer to her, and I saw her lose a little of her confidence as she pressed herself to the door.
“So, you just unlock the door for anyone?” I asked.
She narrowed her eyes a little.
“You need to go.”
“But I just got here.”
“If my brother sees you—”
“Oh, I know,” I said. “He will most likely cut off my balls before he rips out my heart.”
“Then why risk it?” she asked and crossed her arms to make a clear barrier between us.
My smile grew bigger, and I removed one of my hands from the door. I lowered it and then pushed a lock of her dark hair behind her ear.
“Maybe you are worth the risk,” I said, my voice lowered a little.
She stared at me mesmerized almost, but then she shook her head, snapping out of her trance.
“I’m sure that works on a lot of women—”
“None that mattered,” I said and smiled.
She rolled her eyes.
“Are you saying I’m different?” she asked in a teasing way as if she didn’t believe me.
“Yes.”
She looked at me shocked.
“Don’t do that,” she said.
“What?”
“Don’t use those tricks on me. They are cruel. You are being … cruel.”
Her voice lowered towards the end, and she sounded sad. I didn’t want her to be sad. I wanted her to believe me. I wanted her and onlyher.
“I haven’t done anything like this before,” I said.