Chapter 30

He wasn’t a trophy, though, and I had no intention of displaying him as such.

“Meanwhile…”

“Yes?”

I sighed. “Meanwhile, don’t wrinkle your trousers.” I removed my hand, very reluctantly. “The boys will think I don’t know how to take care of you.”

“And we wouldn’t want that.” He shifted around next to me until our thighs brushed against each other.

“No. You’re more than a boy who’ll be on my arm for the night.” I studied the crease in my trousers. “Uh…Wills, would you tell me something?”

“That sounds serious. Sure I will, babe.”

“Okay.” I drew a breath. “How come you didn’t act all thrilled when I…when I told you I loved you?”

“What? When was this?”

Oh, Jesus, he didn’t even remember? “When you blew me before we left for dinner.”

“Oh. Then.”

I smacked his shoulder. “Yes, then.”

“Hey!” He rubbed his shoulder, but there was a slight smile on his lips. I hadn’t smacked him that hard. “I thought that was the hot sex talking.”