“And you like that.”
“Well, I did just fuck you on the floor,” he chuckles. “Didn’t even finish getting undressed.” He presses his lips to my forehead. “Yeah, princess,” he says. “I like that.”
“Do you think we can...you know?”
“What? Date?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know, Adalee. Do you want to be known as the girl who dates the bad boy?” He smirks.
“Is that what you are? A bad boy?”
“I’ve been known to be a bit of a troublemaker,” he admits.
“And what about you? Would you want to date someone who’s a little bit shy?”
“I don’t think you’re shy.”
“No?”
“More like, misunderstood.”
“What do you mean?”
“You have a lot of layers, Adalee. There’s a lot more to you than meets the eye, and if my calculations are correct, I’d guess that you have a lot of secrets and no one to tell them to.”
“That might be right.”
“I could be that person.”
“What person?”
“Your secret keeping person.”
“Is that what you want to be to me, Harrison?”
“I want you to tell me all of your secrets,” he smiles. “I want to know everything ab
out you, Adalee. I want to know the good, the bad.”
“The ugly?”
“There’s nothing ugly about you. You couldn’t be ugly if you tried.”
“I don’t know about that,” I whisper.
“Well, you should know this,” he says. “Yes, Adalee. I want to date you. More than anything else, I want to call you mine.”
Chapter Twelve
Harrison
I AM NOT A ROMANTIC sort of guy.
Not me.
That’s not my style, and it never has been, but when Adalee whispers to me that she wants to be my girlfriend, it’s all I can do to keep from making love to her again and again.