Page 69 of Love Complicated

Good question.

Ridge tosses the keys at me, laughing. It’s like a motherfucking game to him. His eyes are on mine as he leans into the wall with his shoulder.

A heat of embarrassment licks my skin. I’m staring at him naked, and he’s oh so beautiful.

I bite my lip when I see what he’s wearing. Christ Almighty, my panties are drenched.

His penetrating stare drags down my body.

I breathe out, slowly, trying to will some oxygen into the rest of my body. It’s all going to my heart. “Did you purposely take the keys?”

“Maybe.”

Maybe? Heat pricks my entire body with tiny needles. I have to leave or I’m going to jump him.

Without another word, I move to the front of his motor home, but hesitate at the door, looking back at him. He’s watching me.

Sometimes I wonder how I find myself in these situations. Now I know.

I play everything safe and try to control the outcome to my favor. I like plans and schedules and organization. The unknown, the unplanned, it scares me.

Ridge, he’s reckless, indecisive, headstrong, slow talking, and conservative at times. He’s an asshole who thinks the world revolves around him, has a few friends, and trusts one of them. Always suspicious, he says what he wants and nothing else. He’s also passionate, easy to love, has sloppy smiles and silly jokes that make me fall for him despite my carefully planned idea of what love really is.

He also doesn’t talk bullshit and never tells you something just because he thinks you want to hear it. And that’s how I got myself wrapped up in his ways again.

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