All that ran through my head but suddenly stopped when I heard heavy footfalls coming my way.

I wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t making this up. He wanted this, but it was his nerves. He didn’t understand me and what I wanted… that messed him up.

He’d come after me, so maybe he was sorry. When he fell into step with me, I knew it even more by the way he went to speak a few times but didn’t. Instead, he knocked his shoulder into mine as we reached the car. I glanced at him, and he offered me a small smile and a shrug.

Yeah, he was sorry.

I gave him a chin lift as I unlocked the car and opened his door. He climbed in and I shut his door. Would he think he was going home? That I’d drop him off at Boom and Wendy’s?

He’d be wrong.

Not when I had my house to myself. But if he thought we’d be fooling around, he’d be wrong again. I was in the mood to snuggle. I smiled to myself as I walked around the car, because I couldn’t wait to see how Kylo took to being the little spoon.

Chapter Nine

Kylo

It felt like a date. I was having a hard time thinking it wasn’t because he took me to the damn movies and a bar. He knocked back women and got pissed when I checked them out.

Did it mean it was a date? Did it mean he was interested in me as more than just a hookup?

Jesus Christ, what was Saint thinking taking me on a date? Maybe my blow job skills had messed up his mind. I knew I had talent in that area but not enough to change a guy. I’d never been with a straight guy before. I’d only hooked up with men from a gay club, so I was totally out of my element with Saint, to a point I didn’t know what to believe.

I knew we weren’t driving toward my home, but I couldn’t point that out verbally. Did it mean he was taking me to his place? Would it be better if I did open my damn mouth and say I wanted to go home? But did I? I had no fucking clue, which was why I stayed silent and let him pull into his drive. He got out. I did the same and followed him up to the front door, where he unlocked it and entered. As soon as I was through the door, he closed and locked it.

He moved off into the kitchen where the only light shined, and I trailed behind him. “Want a drink?” he asked.

“Nah, I’m good,” I said, and put my hands in my pockets when he faced me.

His eyes ran over me as his lips twitched. “Come on, then.” He walked by me, and I could have gone to the front door, out it, and made my own way home. I didn’t. I followed him, heading to where he’d just switched a light on, knowing it was his bedroom.