He’s always so self-contained, so confident. What in the hell am I supposed to do? Nate’s gray eyes are gazing into mine and I see a hint of nervousness that I’ve never seen on his striking face before. “So, what do you say? Spend the weekend with me?” He caresses my cheek with the backs of his fingers and his gray eyes have softened. “I definitely find you attractive, baby.” He whispers the words against my forehead and plants a soft kiss there. His fingers weave through my hair and as this kiss goes on and on, my body relaxes against him in relief that he still finds me attractive, and in pure unadulterated lust. I melt against him and brace my hands on his narrow hips. He must have taken classes in this at some point. He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger and pulls me to him, slides his lips over mine, softly kissing me, persuading my lips open and I’m reminded just how well this man can kiss. Any relationship I choose to have, in any capacity I choose to have it, is none of their business. “Number one, I don’t give a fuck about the no frat policy here. His smile is gone, and his wide gray eyes go glacial. “Because, you’ve shown no signs of attraction toward me in months, which is fine with me, and if I stay with you this weekend, we could both lose our jobs.” Nate laughs, a low chuckle that tickles my insides.
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