“I knew I couldn’t fall for you, yet somehow I did,” he murmurs.
He bends and kisses my lips gently as he cups my cheek with his hand.
“I want a second chance,” he whispers.
I stare at him as I think of a reply. Nope, there’s literally nothing in my pea brain.
“Give me a second chance,” he repeats into my lips.
“What was the reason?” I ask.
“Huh?”
“The reason you left me. What was it?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me. I want to know.”
He swallows as he contemplates something and after a moment he replies. “I was trying to protect you.”
“From what?” “From me.” I frown. “Why do you think I need protecting from you?”
He pulls me into an embrace and kisses my forehead gently, forcing my eyes to close. Damn it, Alastar’s chest may just be the most wonderful place on Earth. “There are things about me that you don’t know,” he whispers into my forehead.
“Like what?”
“I’m…” He frowns as if pained. “I’m a lot to take on.” He hesitates again. “I have… issues.” His eyes search mine as if he expects me to run.
Unable to help it a smile crosses my face, I bring his face down to mine and kiss him gently on his big beautiful lips. He’s talking about his OCD. “I don’t care about your idiosyncrasies, Alastar.”
“You don’t?”
I shake my head. “We are all different. There is no such thing as a perfect person.”
He gives a stifled smile. “That’s not true. You’re perfect.”
I smirk. “No, I’m not. I’m far from perfect.”
“You are perfect to me,” he whispers as his eyes search mine.
My brain is screaming don’t fall for this shit. However, my mouth has taken on its own agenda. “That’s all I would ever want to be,” I whisper.
We stand still, staring at each other. Oh, I care for this man, all of his beautiful flaws are what makes the whole perfect package. Is he telling me the truth?
“Give me another chance,” he whispers again.
I look back up the street as the stupid tears burn the back of my eyes. I know I shouldn’t want to even speak to him after everything that he has put me through, but damn it, I do want to give him a second chance. “You frighten me,” I whisper as my eyes search his.
“You frighten me more,” he murmurs as he squeezes my hand that is still in his.
“I want to take it slow,” I whisper.
He smiles and kisses me gently. “We can go as slow as you want, I promise.”
His tongue swipes through my mouth and I feel my dormant arousal reignite.
We stand in each other’s arms on the street kissing for a prolonged time. Not hot and heavy kissing… sweet, I missed you kissing, and I have never felt anything more wonderful. He holds me close and I put my head onto his chest as his strong arms encase me.
Finally, he asks. “Do you want to go back in to your friends?”
Do I? I look back at the front door of the club. Do I want to go back in there and talk crap to a guy I don’t like when I really want to be with Twinkle? I think for a moment and then take out my phone and ring Hank. He answers first ring.
“Hey,” he shouts over the loud music.
I hold my hand over my other ear to try and make his voice clearer. “Hi, Hank. I just rang to tell you I’m going home.”
“Yeah, I saw you leave with him. Guess you sure showed him who’s the boss then, huh?”
I wince. God, it’s true. I’m a total push over. Just hours ago I was telling Alastar to fuck off and bragging to my friends about it.
“Do you want me to come back?” I ask.
“No. All good. Go. Have fun. Catch you tomorrow.”
I hang up and my eyes rise back up to Alastar’s. What now?
“Can you drive me home?” I ask.
He smiles and nods before kissing me again.
* * *
I slowly unlock the door to my apartment as Alastar stands behind me. I said I want to take things slow and I meant it.
He makes me nervous. I feel like I can’t breathe with him watching me.
I lean up and kiss him again. “Thanks for driving me home.”
His hands slink around my behind and he kisses me.
“I will see you tomorrow?” I ask.
He frowns. “Can’t I come in?”
“I said I wanted to take it slow.”
“And we will.” I raise my eyebrows.
He barges past me, through the door and into the apartment.
I narrow my eyes and follow him in, closing the door behind us.
Great listening skills, Alastar.
He pulls me down onto his lap and kisses me. I can feel my resistance slipping. I’m feeling a little woozy, to be honest. Those cocktails had some kick.