He’d asked her to stay…
She turned and fisted her hand to knock, but stopped. No good would come of her going back in for round two. Her heart was on the line.
It was why she’d beaten him to the punch, brushing off what they’d done as “getting it out of their systems.”
It would hurt too much for him to tell her again he didn’t do commitment, when this time, he’d mean with her.
What they’d done had meant way more to her than scratching some itch. He’d made her feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. Like she was the reason—theonlyreason—he’d wanted to take his time and be so selfless.
However, when he’d said that there was no reason to bring up what they’d done, adding they’d gotten what they’d wanted, she sure as hell wasn’t going to show her disappointment. There was no way she would admit that what had happened was so much more to her than a simple curiosity fulfilled.
Shaking her head, she buttoned up her coat. Ryan wasn’t looking for anything but a good time. She knew that.
He’d simply given her the Fifth-Quarter Experience she’d asked for.