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"You can always stay with me," he suggested. "Or . . . I could stay with you so you don't have to be alone." Lifting my brows, I tilted my body toward him and pursed my lips. "And before you get all pissed thinking I'm trying to f*** you when you're in a vulnerable position, that's not what I'm doing."
"You sure about that? The thought hasn't crossed your mind?"
He pressed his lips together and kept his attention on the road. When the light turned red, 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 thing I'm gonna do right now is try to get up your skirt. I can be an inconsiderate dick most of the time, but tonight's not that night."
"What makes tonight different from any other night?" Did he really care? Or was he playing with me like he was known to do with others?
His brows furrowed and the light turned green, drawing his attention away from me. "It just is," he said. "Now, your place or mine?"