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"I’m full" I tossedaround in ot it"

"No This isn’t a date" I dropped a twenty-dollar bill on the table and scooted out fro, I strode out of the restaurant He caught up with ht, so that I kneas angry He didn’t touch ain, like this was a date I co It was alo out with hie Not just to him, but to my brain, too

We sat in silence on the way back to htly He was ain "You were the one istedout to dinner"

Why I felt compelled to reuilty for tossing thatfro badly My chest felt hollow inside and I sucked in a deep breath as though I could fill every little e hi toif I shouldn’t just give in, surrender, and see where this could go Just scratch the itch

"That’s right" He nodded as he turned on the street that cut in front ofto buy you dinner"

"I didn’t say that," I whispered,

"I wanted to take you out You didn’t really want to go I get it You "

Then why did I feel like I had?

He pulled intothe engine, he clih the windshield as he stalked around to my door and pulled it open forpace beside me At the front door, he stopped and waited for me to open the door I faced hi you to your door"

A quick glance at his face told me that this wasn’t open for discussion Almost meekly, I led him inside Tension swirled between us as we rode the elevator to my floor

Thankfully, my hall was e at his brooding expression and wondering if I wasn’t being escorted by a serial killer

I stopped at ood-bye because that’s what this felt like I’d done what I set out to do and pushed hi myself on the back

He didn’t move away Just stared Looked down at me with an unreadable expression His eyes roa me but it felt like he was All over I felt him My breath slipped in shallow spurts fro about you is?"

I h I told , to not ask, I did "What?"