Page 55 of Swept Away
Masson pulls the car to a stop in front of my building and lets the engine run while looking at me with a smile and marvel in his eyes.
“How are things?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.
Grinning, I look away, my cheeks ablaze.
“Things are good.”
Slowly, he strokes my neck.
“Did you like it?” he asks, and I shift my eyes to him.
For a few moments, we only look at each other.
“Is that even a question?”
Laughing, he nods.
“Yes, I did. It was intense. My body hurts,” I say quietly, chuckling and shaking my head.
He moves his hand to the back of my hair and pulls me into him before turning the engine and headlights off.
Silence surrounds us. The street is empty.
He moves his focus back to me and gives me a deep, inquisitive look before dipping his eyes to my lips.
“You were good,” he says, and a smidgen of awareness floats through me.
It’s like they tested me and I’ve passed some test.
As if this was part of a bigger plan.
I push that thought back.
His hand still rests on my neck when he talks again.
“Are you seeing someone?”
I search his eyes, a smile tugging at my lips.
“Isn’t it a little too late to ask me that?”
He seems amused.
“I just need to know.”
“You think I am?”
He runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes moving to the street.
“No, I don’t. And I’m just wondering why,” he says, moving his eyes back to me.
“It just hasn’t happened. I’m too busy with my life. I’m working and going to school.”
“Uh-huh. How much longer do you plan to go to school?”
I chuckle.
“Till I finish next year.”
