with worry sketched across his jaw.
"Everything OK?" he asks.
"Yeah. Just checking in with Amelia. She's a bit on the extreme side of overprotective, especially since the attack." He nods and jumps out quickly, and I follow suit and jump out of my side before he has a chance to make his way around.
As we walk into the store, I bring up the attack. I haven't been able to shake what was on the news. "So, about the attack. Did you by chance speak with the police?" He looks down at me so I continue on, "It's just, there was something on the news and the time and place lined up with what happened to me. They stated a witness gave a description. I know I didn't give much of a description so …" I trail off as he continues to stare at me.
"Yeah, I did. I talked to the detective and told him everything. But you should probably know that I don't have the best reputation with the police, well, in the past anyway, so I don't know how much of what I told them helped." He doesn't let me respond and walks into the store. I remember him telling me that he didn’t have the best past, but I didn’t think it would have involved anything with police. But who am I to judge? We all make mistakes and have skeletons in our closet.
Maybe I shouldn't have brought up the attack. He seems to be uncomfortable talking about it so I decide to change subjects and focus on why we are here.
Standing inside, he looks around, like he has never seen an office supply store before.
"OK, let's find you a computer!"
"Yeah, let's get this over with."
Lord, what have I gotten myself into.
Chapter Eight
Dalton
Dear God, what have I gotten myself into?
The more time I'm spending with this woman is proving to me that it's going to be harder when she realizes the type of person I am and leaves. But, I'm selfish. So I'm going to spend as much time with her as she will let me. She has some kind of magnetic pull. As soon as she walks into a room, everyone seems drawn to her.
Even in an office supply store, all heads are turned her way.
I follow her through the store like a dog on a leash, and I can't help but check her out a little bit as she walks. The way her hips sway and the way her hair bounces when she walks—it might be short, but it’s perfect for her. She could put any man in a trance. If I wasn't trying so hard to be a better human being, there is no doubt that I would have tried to sleep with her already. Yes, even considering that I saved her from a probable rape.
That's just the guy I was. I know it's wrong. I knew then it was wrong, too. The difference is that now I care and then I didn't. Well, at least, I think I care.
"So, what exactly are we looking for here?" I ask, because I honestly have no clue. Thank god she is with me—who knows what I would end up taking home if she wasn't here.
"Well, it depends on what you want to accomplish. Do you want to take your work home with you?" She looks up at me and smiles. "Or do you want to only work in the office in garage?"
Huh? I guess I never thought about it that way. "What do you mean take it home? Like, be able to work on the computer in my apartment?"
"That's exactly what I mean. And do you have wireless internet?"
"Yes, we have that. My uncle is a bit addicted to his internet games." She laughs like she knows exactly what I'm talking about. Her laugh makes me want to learn more about her.
It makes me want to place small kisses down her neck to possibly make her laugh more.
As we continue to browse the computers, I decide to try to make small talk. I know my coldness sometimes may confuse her but I don't want her to see that side of me and I never really know what to say to her. I want her to like me, as odd as that may sound.
Geez, I don't think I have ever wanted someone to like me. Never cared really what anyone thought. And what's weird is, I don't want her to like me so I can sleep with her. I want her to genuinely like me.
"So, Marin, you told Uncle Mel that you grew up in
"Everything OK?" he asks.
"Yeah. Just checking in with Amelia. She's a bit on the extreme side of overprotective, especially since the attack." He nods and jumps out quickly, and I follow suit and jump out of my side before he has a chance to make his way around.
As we walk into the store, I bring up the attack. I haven't been able to shake what was on the news. "So, about the attack. Did you by chance speak with the police?" He looks down at me so I continue on, "It's just, there was something on the news and the time and place lined up with what happened to me. They stated a witness gave a description. I know I didn't give much of a description so …" I trail off as he continues to stare at me.
"Yeah, I did. I talked to the detective and told him everything. But you should probably know that I don't have the best reputation with the police, well, in the past anyway, so I don't know how much of what I told them helped." He doesn't let me respond and walks into the store. I remember him telling me that he didn’t have the best past, but I didn’t think it would have involved anything with police. But who am I to judge? We all make mistakes and have skeletons in our closet.
Maybe I shouldn't have brought up the attack. He seems to be uncomfortable talking about it so I decide to change subjects and focus on why we are here.
Standing inside, he looks around, like he has never seen an office supply store before.
"OK, let's find you a computer!"
"Yeah, let's get this over with."
Lord, what have I gotten myself into.
Chapter Eight
Dalton
Dear God, what have I gotten myself into?
The more time I'm spending with this woman is proving to me that it's going to be harder when she realizes the type of person I am and leaves. But, I'm selfish. So I'm going to spend as much time with her as she will let me. She has some kind of magnetic pull. As soon as she walks into a room, everyone seems drawn to her.
Even in an office supply store, all heads are turned her way.
I follow her through the store like a dog on a leash, and I can't help but check her out a little bit as she walks. The way her hips sway and the way her hair bounces when she walks—it might be short, but it’s perfect for her. She could put any man in a trance. If I wasn't trying so hard to be a better human being, there is no doubt that I would have tried to sleep with her already. Yes, even considering that I saved her from a probable rape.
That's just the guy I was. I know it's wrong. I knew then it was wrong, too. The difference is that now I care and then I didn't. Well, at least, I think I care.
"So, what exactly are we looking for here?" I ask, because I honestly have no clue. Thank god she is with me—who knows what I would end up taking home if she wasn't here.
"Well, it depends on what you want to accomplish. Do you want to take your work home with you?" She looks up at me and smiles. "Or do you want to only work in the office in garage?"
Huh? I guess I never thought about it that way. "What do you mean take it home? Like, be able to work on the computer in my apartment?"
"That's exactly what I mean. And do you have wireless internet?"
"Yes, we have that. My uncle is a bit addicted to his internet games." She laughs like she knows exactly what I'm talking about. Her laugh makes me want to learn more about her.
It makes me want to place small kisses down her neck to possibly make her laugh more.
As we continue to browse the computers, I decide to try to make small talk. I know my coldness sometimes may confuse her but I don't want her to see that side of me and I never really know what to say to her. I want her to like me, as odd as that may sound.
Geez, I don't think I have ever wanted someone to like me. Never cared really what anyone thought. And what's weird is, I don't want her to like me so I can sleep with her. I want her to genuinely like me.
"So, Marin, you told Uncle Mel that you grew up in
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