Page 110 of Out on a Limb
Something I was sure I should not have done.
But I needed to see that I could please her.
That I could at least give Collette part of what she deserved.
“I won’t always be able to tell how you feel.” I dug into the crux of the issue. “And if I can’t tell how you feel, then I won’t be able to give you what you need.”
“Do you think everyone else can always tell how other people are feeling?” She huffed out a breath. “Because we can’t.” She poked a finger into the center of my chest. “You’re a perfect freaking example of that.” One brow lifted. “I can’t tell how you feel most of the time, and you don’t see me crying about it.”
“I’m not crying about it.”
“Fine.” She stood taller. “You’re hiding behind it.”
There it was. The full truth of why I held back.
Why I kept my distance from most everyone.
It wasn’t because of their feelings.
It was because of mine.
“Hmph.”
Her face split into a wide smile. “That’s it.” She bounced a little. “I got it. I figured you out.” Her body bumped into mine as she leaned closer. “But it’s too late.” The tips of her fingers crawled up my chest. “Because you already like me.” Her arms wrapped around my neck and she pushed up on her toes. “And now you’re stuck.”
“I wouldn’t call it stuck.”
“Fine.” She rubbed against me. “Trapped.”
“Not a good word either.”
“Screwed.”
“That one seems the most accurate.”
Her head fell back and she cackled like the maniac I was starting to realize she was.
And it only made me like her more.
Which was a problem. “I think we need to clarify some things.”
Collette pulled closer. “Like?” Her fingers worked into my hair as her lips moved along my neck.
“Us.” I fought to keep my train of thought as her tits tested the limits of the dress I was guessing an old woman picked out for her.
“Then clarify.” One of her hands slid down my front to catch the first button hooked into place on my shirt.
“I don’t want to date you, Collette.” I expected that to stop her in her tracks.
Pump the breaks on a train that was quickly gaining speed.
“That’s fine.” She popped the button free and moved to the next one.
“It’s fine?” My brain stumbled a little when she got the next button free and her hand shoved into the opening.
“Mm-hmm.” She fought around inside the awful shirt Julia made me buy. “Do you like this shirt?”
“No.” It was too tight. Too confining.
