Page 68 of Worth Loving
And how he got his son, maybe would assume that.
But she saw a different side to him.
He confessed to a different one also.
Guess looks were deceiving because he was attracted to the person she’d been that night, which wasn’t the person she really was. Or was it? Maybe it was the inner person just banging on the glass wall to get out and she finally found a tiny crack to shatter it to pieces.
Here she was sitting in her living room looking more like the old Molly and when Dean knocked on the door she didn’t even stop to worry what she looked like.
Not like she had the first time.
Had she become comfortable enough in her own skin that he wouldn’t judge her? Or was it he was coming to expect that she didn’t look that put together all the time? Not that she’d want him to see her dressed like she normally was at work. Or how she was even a month ago. But couldn’t she be a combination of both?
Wasn’t that what everyone was telling her?
She found it easier to do than she thought.
But it had to be working because she was on his lap, his hands were on her waist and he told her he wasn’t stopping this time.
Not like he’d stopped her last time.
“So let me ask you. What is it you want?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“This is new for me. I’m not sure what the hell I’m doing.”
“You mean us?” he asked, waving his hand back and forth between them. “It’s new for me too.”
“You’re the one who said we were starting over. I’m not sure what that means.”
His head was bobbing back and forth. “I guess I didn’t want you to think I was only with you for sex before. And then I came here and it’s turning into it again. So you know, I don’t want you to think that. It goes with being a little confused in my thoughts.”
“And for someone as smart as both of us, it’s hard to admit that.”
He put a smacking kiss on her lips. “You get it.”
“As you’ve so kindly pointed out, I was the aggressor that first night. You’ve pushed me off since.”
“It’s not pushing you off,” he said. “Do you just want to be with me for my body?” He had such a cocky smirk on his face that he had to be joking.
“It is a pretty spectacular body.” She ran her hand over his bicep, then squeezed it.
“I didn’t always look like this.”
She dropped her hand down. “So you transformed into someone else?”
Interesting.
“Not like you think. I just grew into my body. By the time I graduated from high school I’d reached my full height. I was a scrawny kid and got sick of it. I started drinking protein drinks and planning my meals around the best way to add muscle. Then I started to train.”
She should have figured he’d take that approach. He didn’t seem like anyone who did something half-assed.
“Oh, so everyone watched you change.”
He shrugged. “You make it sound like I was trying to pull something over on people. It was just me wanting to be bigger and bulkier. To not be a nerdy kid on the outside. It didn’t change who I was or am on the inside.”
She frowned. “No. When I look at you, I don’t picture you as a biology major from Columbia. I know it’s stereotyping, but it’sthe truth. You don’t tell anyone either, you admitted that. So it’s like you are hiding something.”
