Page 130 of Reckless
“I’m fine.”
“I am not.”
He gave me a look in the dark.
I laughed.“Okay, maybe a little sore.”
His jaw set.
In a terrifying, masculine, very treacherous way.
“Don’t make that face,” I said.
“What face.”
“The one where you look offended by physics.”
“I’m offended by anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
And there he was again, saying something that should have been too much and somehow wasn’t because of how simply he meant it.
I squeezed his hand once.“It’s not bad.”
His eyes searched my face like he was double-checking the truth of that.
I let him.
That was new too.
I let him.
Maybe that was the biggest change of all.
Not that I’d slept with him.
That I had stopped feeling like every man’s concern for me came with hidden strings attached.
At least with him.
At least here.
The side gate to the compound came into view.
He stopped before it.
I turned toward him, still holding his hand.
For one second we both stood there in the dark with the lit-up house behind us and the beach still on our skin.
I looked at him and thought, with a rush so warm it felt almost unreal, I’m glad it was you.
The thought must have shown somewhere in my face because his expression tightened .
“What.”
“That’s not true.”
I stepped closer, our joined hands between us now.
