揧es.?
Even in the dim light, his gaze burned hot. My nipples tightened. The air between us charged with electricity and I didn抰 know how to respond.
He lifted his eyebrows and tilted his chin at my outfit. 揟hat抯 what you wear to bed??
I glanced down at my pink tank top and shorts. It was a warm night but I wasn抰 wearing a bra and the points of my nipples were visible through the thin fabric.
揧ou didn抰 answer me.?
揝ometimes I wear a t-shirt.?
That put a hint of a smile on his face. 揑 meant the date. How抎 the date go??
揙h. Bad.?
His gaze flared. 揥hat did he do? Did he touch you??He stepped forward, looming over me. 揇id he push you too hard??
I shook my head and huffed. 揑 was the one who behaved badly. I was a terrible date. I抦 better at surfing than dating and that should tell you everything.?
揥hat happened??
His authoritative tone made my stomach flutter. His dark gaze locked on my face and my skin tingled. I stared at the floor, hands clasped together, and shook my head. 揟he chemistry wasn抰 there.?
His fist clenched at his side and I frowned. This was so not Wyatt. What was going on with him tonight?
揇id you do your homework??he asked in a low voice, and my core fluttered. A clench around nothing.
I shivered, and goosebumps rose on my arms. Something about that line, I knew I抎 be thinking about it later. Wyatt didn抰 mean it in a sexy way but it sure came out like that.
Homework, right. Wyatt had told me to only do what felt right.
I gave him a tiny nod, and when I lifted my gaze to his, I saw fury flashing in his eyes.
揝o you kissed him and there was no chemistry.?He raked his hand through his hair, mouth pressed into a hard line.
揔issed him? No.?I made a noise of frustration. 揥e never got that far. I spent the entire time talking about棓 I broke off before I said something embarrassing.
揟alking about what??His dark gaze was back on me.
I shook my head, pressing my mouth closed.
揟alking about what, bookworm??
揟here抯 a weird energy in here,?I blurted out, shaking my head. 揗aybe that necklace is cursed,?I joked, but he didn抰 laugh.
He took another step toward me and I backed up, the backs of my knees hitting the bed. 揟alking. About. What.?
I threw my hands up. 揧ou. Talking about you. Oh my god. You抮e so pushy.?I rolled my eyes, acting like he annoyed me, when really, my heart raced, my skin tingled, and nipples pinched hard. I had all this energy and nowhere for it to go.
I put my hands on his chest to push him back a step but he grabbed my wrists and looked down at me. A smug grin grew on his features. Paired with his dark gaze, the effect was hypnotic.
揗e??He raised his eyebrows, cocking his head. His hands scorched my wrists. It was like he ran hotter than normal people. Maybe that was why he was never cold in the water.
I rolled my eyes again. 揧ou came up in conversation because of the surf lessons.?
揜ight. Because of the surf lessons.?His gaze stayed glued on me, still heated. 揝o you didn抰 kiss him because it didn抰 feel right??
I gave him another tiny nod.
揑nteresting.?His thumb brushed my wrist as if he didn抰 realize he was doing it. It sent tingles up and down my arm, making it hard to breathe. That could have been from his proximity, too. Or how he smelled freaking incredible.
I swallowed. Why was he here? What was going on? Having him here in my room, it was electrifying. It was dangerous and bad in a good way. Not wrong. Right. I liked him towering over my books and my bed and me. I liked him holding my wrists like that.
His gaze dropped to the front of my pajama top, where my nipples strained.
He exhaled through his nose, and a muscle in his jaw ticked. 揂re you disappointed??His chest rumbled against my hands as he spoke.
I chewed my lip. 揘o. Beck抯 nice棓 His hands clenched my wrists at the mention of his name, 摋but he抯 just a friend.?I swallowed and met his gaze. 揑 was looking forward to making out with someone tonight, but I don抰 want to do it with the wrong person.?
Well, that sounded suggestive. Wyatt抯 eyebrow ticked up, still watching me with that dark gaze, and a shiver rolled down my spine. His warm hands seared my wrists.
揂nd Beck would be the wrong person.?His voice was low and thick.
I nodded again.
揃ecause you spent the entire date talking about me.?
My heart hammered in my chest. I inhaled a shaky breath but it caught in my throat when Wyatt pressed his fingers into my wrist.
揧our pulse,?he murmured.
I nodded again. Another flutter through my core, another clench around nothing.
He watched my face with heavy-lidded eyes. 揑t抯 been a long time since you抳e kissed someone.?