again?” he looks at me concerned, “What does some rock star from the eighties and a TV show from the nineties have to do with me?”
Covering my eyes with my free hand, I shake my head. “Saying it out loud does make it sound kind of crazy.” Nervously moving my hair behind my ear, I continue, “Bon Jovi’s character sleeps with Carrie. Afterwards he tells her he loses interest after he’s had sex.” Looking into his eyes, I ask what’s really concerning me, “You’re not one of those guys…that’s into the chase, then gets bored once he captures his prey?”
Nate blinks. He shakes his head slowly. “I was wondering when we were going to have this conversation. I like it that you didn’t want to sleep with me right away.” He smiles and shakes his head, “Well, I would have liked it if you wanted to sleep with me right away, but it’s nice to take it slow for a change. You don’t come across as a sexual adventuress.”
I’m afraid to say anything as I watch him format his next thought in his mind. “No, I’m not interested in sleeping with you once, then moving on. It’s way too early to make any promises, but I would like to get to know you more.” He leans in and twirls one of my curls between his fingers, “But I won’t rush you. We can take this as slow or as fast as you want.”
My entire chest is fluttering; am I ready for this conversation? Why did I bring it up? Though I did need him to affirm as I push the next question on my mind to my lips, “There’s no current girlfriend, or wife, back in Minnesota?”
He gets a big smile, “No current girlfriend, or wife, back in Minnesota.” He brushes his thumb a couple of times over the back of my hand and asks, “Any boyfriends or husbands I should know about?”
Gray’s face and then Zach’s flash across my mind. Neither of them are mine, as I answer, “I’m single. No current attachments.”
Finally, I give him my one condition. Looking down at my hand in his, I pause, then look back to his eyes, “I don’t share. If you want to sleep with me, you can’t be sleeping with anyone else.” I take a deep breath after saying this. Is this comment really about me, have I made my choice?
The atmosphere can be cut with a knife as his blue eyes look into mine, “Yeah, I can live with that. I don’t share either.”
I nod in agreement as I wonder if I just pushed this too fast. Then I say to myself, I’d still be making this decision next week. I just needed to choose. Nate is who’s here.
Our server breaks our thoughts. Nate asks if I want dessert. Shaking my head, I realize I just need to be close to him. Kelly always tells me to stop over planning my men. It all of a sudden hits me that she’s not talking about getting ahead of the relationship—something I never do—it’s about needing certainty too early in the relationship. Focusing in on Nate’s touch I smile and say, “Why don’t we go back to my place.” Immediately Nate says, “We’ll take the check now,” and reaches in his back pocket pulling out his wallet and handing over his credit card without glancing at the bill.
My cheeks hurt from smiling so wide as he signs the receipt.
Standing up, he grabs his leather jacket. He’s wearing jeans and a button down. His shirt is tucked in, which highlights how flat his stomach is. Having a hard time taking my eyes off his flat stomach, he says, “You coming?”
Nodding my head slightly, I stand up and grab my jacket off my chair. He helps me on with it as he looks down at me with a panty-wetting smile. Then he tilts his head at the door, “Come on.” He places his hand on my lower back, opening the door with his forearm. The cold air hits, causing me to shiver. He raises his hand from my lower back to my shoulder pulling me in close. He’s just tall enough that I comfortably fit to his side with my head leaning on his shoulder.
Chapter 9 – Stay … Just a Little Bit Longer
The sexual tension is