“You tell me the next time you’re bent over my ass. The food came, and I reached for one of my pieces of toast.

“I don’t know if that’s refreshing or unnerving.” He’d been reaching for more coffee, but his hands settled on the table for a second. I’d rather wait till that’s done, then have your dick double-dipping somewhere.” “And there are no strings, but if you do start sleeping with someone else, you tell me. It’s girls who get pissed because you like me and not them.” It’ll blow over in a few weeks, if that’s what you want.” “You can’t tease me like that, not if it isn’t true.” Those people will say something, but if you really want to commit to this where no one knows, it’s possible.” “I’m not?” How could he say that? “Everyone saw.” I groaned, banging my forehead against the table gently. I broke all of my rules, and it’d been my bidding. “He and everyone else in the bar last night are going to talk about us. “Speaking of your brother.” Shay leaned forward, dropping his voice. “Thinking something stupid about my brother.” He’d have given up and begged for his cream and sugar. If both of us had to endure a month of black coffee, only one of us would survive. That was what he called cream and sugar, but fuck him. He tended to joke he liked it black, and I had to put the “fruity” stuff in. My shoulders relaxed, and I finished putting cream and sugar into my coffee. I’d been reaching for the cream, but paused. He added, “I can’t put my dick in someone else? That’s barbaric.” He was mocking me and joking at the same time, and he reached for the coffee. “We’re doing this again? I thought we established our rules.”

He rolled his eyes, rubbing a hand over his face. I groaned, reaching to pour myself a cup once the girl left. He didn’t respond, and we stared at each other until the coffee came. “I don’t hate you.” Maybe I never did-well, I wasn’t going to go that far. “What’s going on with you? Already remembering that you hate me?”

Maybe that counted? Maybe that was the reason for my dislike?Īs if sensing my thoughts, Shay ordered us both coffee and leaned back after the hostess left. I couldn’t find anything in him that was like Parker, except that he was the last guy I had between my legs. “Nothing.” And that was the answer to my internal question. Or maybe it really was because he reminded me of Parker.

Hate to love you tijan