Stop overthinking, Scar.
“Let’s go out for breakfast.”
I kept my back to him as I slipped into a sundress. My eyes focused on the clothes hanging in my closet. If I looked at him, into his ocean-blue eyes, I might not be able to resist him. It was no wonder hordes of women were after him. Leo was irresistible in every way. Not only was he sexy as hell with his surfer look, tan skin, eight-pack of abs, and dirty-blond hair, Leo was also sweet, funny, gentle, and caring. I could tell he was smart, though he didn’t show off his intelligence much.
And the way he held me all night long… He could be the perfect boyfriend.
His hands encircled my waist, making my heart race as his lips dropped to my neck. “Are you listening to me, Red? I said, let’s grab breakfast. Maybe take a stroll on the beach after.”
Tears burned behind my eyes. His deep, husky voice raked down my skin and I fought a tremble.
“Can’t. Don’t you have to work or something?”
He continued kissing my neck as he held my body to his. “Yeah, but not till ten. We have time.” His hands brushed across my stomach as he held me firmly.
“I can’t. I have things to do.”
He stopped adorning my neck with his decadent kisses and turned me around. His hands cradled my face and a severe glint appeared in his blue depths. “I’m not going to let you push me away.”
I snorted even though a lump was in my throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The fuck you don’t.” His voice hardened and his grip tightened on my face as if he was afraid to let go. “How many times did you say it was a one-night stand? That once we were finished, I had to leave. Huh? You’re trying to get rid of me.”
“I do have things to do, Leo.”
“What’s your real name? I want your phone number. I’ll take you to dinner tonight after I get off of work.”
I shook my head. “Why are you doing this? I thought you didn’t date.”
“I don’t, but—”
“Then let’s not complicate things. I’m just another notch on your belt.”
He released me with a stunned expression on his face. I darted out of the room and went into the kitchen. If he wanted breakfast, I’d give him something to take with him.
It pissed me off how he made it sound like last night was special to him. It diminished how much it meant to me, and it hurt. Now that we’d had sex, I hated knowing how he treated other women. Knowing the way he made love to them. Kissed them. Talked sweetly to him. He had his script down to a science because he stole my damn heart right out from under me.
I put the pod in the Keurig and grabbed a travel mug. I felt his eyes on me but ignored him. After I pushed start on the machine, I went to the cabinet where I had cherry turnovers. How ironic,cherryturnovers for the morning after Leo popped mine.
“We need to talk,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I don’t have time to talk. You need to leave.” I tapped my finger on the counter, waiting for the coffee to brew.
“I’m not going anywhere until we talk. Straighten some things out.”
“Not necessary. I know how this works.”
“You don’t know shit, Red. You only lost your fucking V-card twelve fucking hours ago. Don’t pretend you know what a hookup is like, because you don’t!”
“You asshole. Go ahead, make fun of me. You’re the expert on meaningless sex but you don’t have to be an ass about it.” I removed the travel mug from the machine and put the lid on it. I bagged a turnover, blinking my eyes because stupid tears were on the verge of falling.
“I’m sorry. I—”
“Just stop, Leo.” I shoved the bag and mug into his chest, forcing him to take them.
“What’s this?”
“Breakfast to-go.”