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She shakes her head, but answers my question regardless. “I’m just stressed, and mad that I put you in this position. I’ve made things harder for you and for myself when all I wanted to do was help us both. I suppose it’s all just got me a bit down.”
She tries to look back down but my fingers on her chin keep her head up.
“Wren.”
“Hmm?”
“Come home with me.”
Surprise lights up her face. “Repeat that?”
“If I do, will you do it?”
“Yes.”
A smirk stretches my lips as I lean down towards her, letting my nose kiss hers. “Sweetheart?”
“Yes?” she whispers.
I move my lips to her ear, “I need you to come home with me.”
ChapterTwenty-Six
GUS
The tension within the cab is thick enough to suffocate me. The silence is enough to bring me back from the dead and suffocate me again.
The only good thing is it gives me time to think about what to do once we reach my house.
I don’t want to just jump straight in and try to fuck her. I’m not someone who can do that. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had one-night stands. Even tried the whole friends-with-benefits thing, but only with women who approach me for such a thing first. My mother taught me that when you’re interested in a woman, you always treat them with respect. You buy them flowers, you take them on a date, you open the door for them, that kind of stuff.
So far, I’ve done none of that with Wren.
When it came to a woman I wanted more with than the basic sexual urges, my mom had even written me a step-by-step guide.
Step one:Introduce yourself.
Step two:Strike up a conversation to see if you have a connection.
Step three:Ask her out on a date.
Step four:Bring her flowers.
Step five:Make her smile.
Step six:Ask her to be your girlfriend if you’re interested.
Six steps and I’m currently zero for six. So even though I know for a fact that if she doesn’t come home with me tonight, I may lose my mind, what is it that she’s coming with me to do?
Sex is secret step seven. Surely, you can’t skip straight to seven? Especially not with a woman like Wren. For women like her… well, that’s just it, there are no women like her. So, do the steps even still apply?
God, I wish my mom were still here.
As we pull up to my house, my hands start to shake, and my palms feel clammy. I can’t control the bouncing of my leg and as I hand the driver a twenty, I’m ashamed to say I drop it before it reaches his hand.
I flick the lights on once we’re inside my house and I take off my shoes and leave them in their correct spot.
Wren slips off her shoes and sloppily leaves them by the front door.
