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"Youcan always stay with me," he suggested. "Or . . . I could stay with you so youdon't have to be alone." Lifting my brows, I tilted my body toward him andpursed my lips. "And before you get all pissed thinking I'm trying to f*** youwhen you're in a vulnerable position, that's not what I'm doing."
"Yousure about that? The thought hasn't crossed your mind?"
Hepressed his lips together and kept his attention on the road. When the light turnedred, he came to a stop and faced me, his gaze cloaked in darkness. "Brooklyn,let's get something straight. The thought of f***ing you has crossed my mind on more than one occasion. But the last thingI'm gonna do right now is try to get up your skirt. I can be an inconsideratedick most of the time, but tonight's not that night."
"Whatmakes tonight different from any other night?" Did he really care? Or was heplaying with me like he was known to do with others?
Hisbrows furrowed and the light turned green, drawing his attention away from me."It just is," he said. "Now, your place or mine?"