Is that the only reason though? He supposedly hated me? It’s odd. Was he so disgusted with his supposed attraction for me that he masked it by acting like a complete jerk and treating me terribly? Glaring at me if I even dared to look at him? If that’s the case…
That’s kind of messed up.
“You think you’ve got me?” I raise my brows.
“I convinced the last virgin in our senior class to come away with me for the weekend.” The heat in his gaze tells me he’s thinking of all the things we’ve done together so far that takes me closer to losing my virginity, once and for all. “Pretty sure I’ve got you.”
“You’re very cocky, Crew Lancaster.” I kiss his cheek, darting away from him when he tries to recapture my lips with his own.
“Did you just say the word cock, Birdy?”
I’m immediately horrified he would even suggest such a thing. “Absolutely not. I said cocky.”
“Nope. I heard it. I heard cock.” He’s grinning. “Go on. Say it. You know you want to.”
I’m shaking my head. “No way. I don’t say words like that.”
“That’s too bad,” he murmurs, his gaze focused solely on my mouth. “I would love to hear you say a string of dirty words in that sweet voice of yours.”
“You think my voice is sweet?”
He nods. “Maybe you could whisper them in my ear.”
I slowly shake my head. “I couldn’t.”
Crew ignores my protests. “You know what I’m really looking forward to?”
“What?”
“Watching those lips wrap around my cock again.” His gaze lifts to mine. “Hopefully you’ll suck me deep next time.”
My cheeks feel like they’re on fire, thanks to what he said. “You’re embarrassing me.”
“Don’t ever be embarrassed.” He pulls me in close, until I’m practically in his lap. “Get used to it, Birdy. This is all we’re going to do for the entire weekend.”
I form my lips into an exaggerated pout. “You promised to show me the Christmas lights.”
“And I will.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “For like an hour. Tops.”
“Crew.” I shove at his chest, but he doesn’t budge.
“Wren.” His tone is teasing, his eyes sparkling as he studies me.
I’ve never seen him look so handsome.
Handsome enough to make my heart hurt.
God, what are we doing? He said it so himself, that Saturday afternoon in the back of the car before he kissed me for the very first time.
This probably isn’t going to end well.
I’m scared he’s right.