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My heart tugged as I peered into her big blue eyes. “I don’t know.” Despite what she said, it was more complicated than being an asshole or not being an asshole, even though she’d been right to call me on it. Walking away before either one of us ended up more hurt would be the smart move, but I couldn’t do it with her in the same room. With everything in me pulling toward her, craving more. Clearly she was an addiction I couldn’t shake, and more than that, I didn’t want to anymore. “What’s next on your list of late-night Boston spots?”
“The Skywalk Observatory, but—”
“Let’s get out of here and go there.” I grabbed her hand. “I don’t want to be around everyone. I just want to be around you.”
Megan kicked at the carpet, her gaze fixed on the motion.
“Please. I swear it’s not a booty call. Even if you beg me, I’m not sleeping with you tonight.”
She looked up and tilted her head, doubt written all over her pretty face, and I couldn’t help it. I closed the tiny gap between us and kissed her. At first, she remained stiff, her arms still crossed, but as I teased her lips open with my tongue, she gripped my arms and sank into me.
In the back of my mind, pesky, rational thoughts screamed at me. There were a lot of people here, including her brother, and if he didn’t witness it himself, he’d probably hear about it.
But with my lips against hers, her familiar scent invading my senses, I was too happy to care.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Megan
Okay, I tried stay strong, I did. But Dane had apologized, and when he’d said “please” I couldn’t say no.
Or more like I didn’t want to, especially when it felt as though his kiss was saying everything he couldn’t verbally express.
That was the thing with Dane and me. Away from him, when I was down and doubting everything, I wondered if the constant emotional turmoil was worth it. If I’d settled for a more casual arrangement than I wanted. But the second we were together, the high that came from his touch, from his kisses, and all of our intense conversations made me so sure I was supposed to be with him that I couldn’t even imagine another option.
So I asked Vanessa to cover for me and tell Beckett and Lyla that I decided to call it a night early and take a taxi home. As Dane and I approached the huge windows of the Skywalk Observatory so we could look out over the city, I was glad I’d said yes to leaving the party.
“Bro,” Dane said as he braced his hands on the bar in front of me, caging me in with his arms, “this is a killer view.”
“Yeah,woman, it totally is.”
His soft laugh stirred my hair. “Not cool,dude.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, I have boobs.”
He craned his neck and glanced down at my chest, his forehead all scrunched up, and then he cupped my breasts over my shirt.
“Dane!” I grabbed his hands, looking around to make sure no one was witnessing him copping a feel. Fortunately we pretty much had the place to ourselves.
“I definitely noticed, but I had to be sure—I’m a hands-on learner.” He wrapped his arms around me and laced his fingers through mine, tucking his chin on my shoulder as we continued taking in the amazing view.
There were several skyscrapers with only a handful of illuminated windows, some had more lights on than off, and the cars driving the streets streaked white and red, blurring into the mix of gold. In the distance, lights twinkled in the bay, the water looking more like oil in the dark.
We’d arrived close enough to closing time that the guy working the front desk almost didn’t let us up. It took some sweet-talking, but he finally promised us a few extra minutes, and I wanted to observe and soak it all in before we had to leave.
“Isn’t it crazy to think of each of those lights representing at least one person, if not more?” I asked. “I wonder how many of them can’t sleep. In a way, it makes me feel less lonely, but then it’s also kind of overwhelming to see the proof of so many people. Like, with that many people in the world, how do we find those handful we can’t live without?”
When Dane didn’t answer, I glanced over my shoulder at him. He had a crooked smile on his face.
“What?”
“I just like the way you look at the world.” He nuzzled my neck and zips of electricity skated across my skin.
For a long moment, we soaked it in, letting the overhead elevator-type music fill the silence.
I glanced down at our entwined hands, his so much bigger than mine. I lifted his right one, noticing his wrist was red and swollen. “Did you get hurt during the game?”
“It’s nothing. When those two defenders slammed into me, I just went to catch myself on the ice and landed wrong.”
