Page 19 of Such A Good Guy

“OK, but I’ve never thought about you like that,” I added, shifting my ass so that my thighs weren’t rubbing together and putting pressure on my pussy.

I didn’t want to hurt him, damn it, but he was making it impossible not to.

He wasn’t getting the hints.

“I’m not romantically interested in you.”

I wanted to die when I could have sworn I saw a flash of something untamed and raw in his eyes. Then Luke shifted in his seat, briefly moving his hand over his mouth, and I saw him touch his chest for a moment.

God fucking damnit, Luke O’Neill wasn’t going to have a heart attack right in front of me, was he? Just because I said I didn’t think of himthatway.

Then in a second he was himself again, all easy lazy humor and surfer boy vibes. He leaned back in his chair and cocked his head to look at me.

“Try it,” he said pleasantly. “Try thinking of me that way.”

“Oh stop, Luke!” I said impatiently, taking a sip of my hot coffee. “If it’s not there, it’s not there.”

He looked at me for a moment. “But I think it is there, Luna,” he said, smiling.

I felt a stab of irritation. It was not like Luke to contradict me or push anything. And I was usually a patient person but now he was pissing me off.

“Youcan’t decide if it’s there or not,” I objected. “I have to agree, too.”

He said nothing for a moment, looking unblinkingly at me a moment longer than felt comfortable.

My heart pounded in my throat at his steady glance and I felt a strange trickle of fear.

There was something pulsing just below the surface. . .

“You’re a nice guy,” I assured him again. “I just don’t think of you that way.”

He leaned forward.

“I thought youwanteda nice guy,” he said.

The statement hung awkwardly between us.

“I do. . .I just. . . not you,” I said. “I don’t think there’s any chemistry between us.”

Luke again looked at me, and this time he held my glance for even longer, and I began to feel that uneasy trickle down my spine again, matched with a squirm in my gut.

What was making me feel uneasy?

Because normal fucking humans should have blinked, shouldn’t they?

Why the fuck wasn’t he blinking?

“Besides, it wouldn’t work,” I added as the silence stretched between us.

“Why not?” he asked, looking at me with those warm blue eyes. Tendrils of his golden blonde hair fell in his face as he leaned forward, one of his knees bumping into me because his legs were so long. There was a heat that seemed to pulse from him, rise from his skin.

Objectively, he was an extremely attractive man, but I just didn’t think of him that way.

Certainly not. Maybe once or twice when I was drunk, but definitely not more than that. It would never work.

“C’mon, Luke,” I said unhappily. “Don’t make me do this. We have nothing in common. You’re like, this, super peppy outgoing golden retriever. I’m more like an introverted black cat.”

“I like it,” he said immediately. “I love your personality. I fucking love how you’re quiet but so smart. How your mind is so damn analytical, too. And you’re interesting. You’re the only interesting person I fucking know. Reading and crystals. I could listen to you all day. I think everything you do is perfect. So tell me again how our personalities don’t go together.”

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