Page 16 of Puck Me Secretly

“About?”

“Anything.”

“Why don’t you talk.”

I had nothing to say. I had a million questions but none of them seemed appropriate. “Why are you moving to Canada?”

“For my job.”

“Did you get transferred?”

“Something like that.”

“Are you excited?

“Not particularly.”

“Do you know anyone in Vancouver?”

“Nope.”

“You know me.”

His blue eyes held mine. “Rory, I don’t want to give you the wrong idea here.”

My face burned hot. “What do you mean?”

“We can’t take this friendship past tonight.”

This conversation should be making me indignant, but I only felt disappointment. “Okay.”

“Today was a tough day, but when I get to Vancouver, my focus has to be free of distractions.”

“I wouldn’t distract you.”

His eyes dropped to my mouth. “You’re already a distraction.”

My stomach fluttered, and an energy passed between us. I realized this was the moment I should get off the bed and head back to my room. He all but told me he wouldn’t see me after tonight and one-night stands were not my thing. Yet, I seemed stuck on his bed.

“Is this where you try to make me have an orgasm?”

A smile spread across his face as my words set in. “No. Definitely not.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not the right guy for you.”

“Why do you assume that I want something more than tonight?”

“Have you even fooled around with someone you weren’t dating?”

No, I hadn’t. “What’s your point?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

I had all but offered my body to him and he was refusing. I thought about the blonde flight attendant. He had been considering disappearing into a closet with her for a quickie. So maybe it was me. Maybe he didn’t want me. The rejection made me scramble to the end of the bed. I put on my shoes. “I get it.”

“What do you get?”

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