I was doing something I’d never done before. I grated out, “I can’t handle a relationship.” My hands went to my shirt, pausing, too. His grin turned cocky. “Who the fuck said anything about that?” “Just sex.” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re speaking my language.” I still paused, my mind racing. Was this a good idea? Probably not. I reached for his jeans, and a second later, his mouth was on mine.
