Page 74 of Back in the Saddle

I wassucha dufus.

Eric came to SC because he wanted to see me.

“Then I showed up at two in the morning at a homeless camp to ream your sweet ass,” Eric reminded me.

Yeah, that was above the call of duty.

A friend would do that, for certain.

But a guy acquaintance you only kinda, sorta knew?

Not unless he was into you.

Total dufus.

“And I hauled most of the makings of a Thanksgiving dinner to your house, and cooked for you,” Eric kept on.

Okay.

Maybe I was beyond a dufus.

“I could continue,” he stated.

He could.

“I’m a dufus,” I mumbled.

His tone went from teasing to gentle. “You had other shit on your mind.”

“I thought you liked Lucia’s cooking.”

“I do. I like your ass better.”

Not the most flowery of compliments, but I was pretty proud of my ass. It was awesome. I was thrilled he noticed.

“Okay, if you’re not going to kiss me, can you stop pressing me against the door so I can have wine? Suddenly I need it.Bad.”

He grinned.

It was a sexy wicked grin.

He didn’t end it kissing me.

So I frowned.

That made his grin broader, and his head came in, I braced for the goodness, but he dipped at the last minute and ran his nose along the side of my neck.

I shivered.

“You smell good,” he murmured there.

“So do you,” I murmured to his thick, curling hair.

Abruptly, he lifted up, pulled away, grabbed my hand, and tugged me into his house.

Okay, so I knew where we stood.

The man was still a tease.

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