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with cream cheese frosting…mmm.” Closing my eyes, I moan, thinking about the sweet taste melting on my tongue.
    His throat clears, and I glance at him to see him swallow hard as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
    “Um, favorite band?”
    The way he changed his demeanor makes me frown slightly before I recover and say, “I don’t know. Probably Linkin Park. I love rock, but they have a rap thing going for them, too. It’s like a guilty pleasure because they’re kind of a rocker no-no.”
    I glance at him to see him suppressing his laughter. He peeks over at me quickly, and a full-blown panty-dropping grin flashes before he returns his attention to the road.
    “Guilty pleasure, huh?”
    Flushing, I duck my head to stare at my wringing fingers. If I’m honest with myself—and I’m not going to be—I’m also heated from hearing pleasure roll off his tongue. My heart rate picks up, and a shiver runs through me.
    “Cold?” he asks as he reaches over to turn up the truck’s heat.
    I laugh nervously. “A little,” I lie. “What’s your favorite?”
    “What?”
    His surprised voice catches me off guard, and my eyebrows pull together.
    “Your favorite band—what is it?” I repeat.
    “Oh.” He chuckles nervously. “Mötley Crüe.”
    “What did you think I meant?”
    When he grins, he looks a little guilty. It dawns on me that his head was still stuck on the guilty pleasure comment. I try to suppress it, but nervous laughter tumbles from my mouth. The whole thing isn’t even that funny, but now that it has escaped, I can’t find the lid to keep the crazy giggling from pouring out. The ridiculousness of the situation just makes me laugh harder. I’m sitting next to this sexy stranger who makes my body throb. He’s thinking of pleasure , and I’m laughing at him.
    Nervously releasing my hair from its tie, I run my fingers through it, wiggling them when I encounter a tangle, as I struggle to calm down. Once I regain my composure, I tuck my hair behind my ears. “Sorry. I wasn’t trying to laugh…” My voice trails off when I catch a glimpse of his blank expression.
    Swallowing hard, he averts his stare to the windshield as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel without responding.
    “Sorry,” I say again softly. I follow his lead to stare out my own window, watching the trees and houses blur by. My heart sinks. I can’t believe I laughed in his face. God, I’m such a fucking moron. “Shannon’s house is on the next street on the left,” I tell him after several silent moments.
    The only response I get is the click of his blinker and the turn of the wheels.
    “It’s the third house on the right.”
    He slows down in front of Shannon’s little blue ranch house, which is surprisingly dark.
    “It is Friday, right?” Why isn’t anyone here?
    “Anna, can I say something real quick without sounding creepy?”
    I turn my head back to him, raising an eyebrow, as I try to suppress my laughter. “Well, with an opening like that…”
    He smirks and rolls his eyes. “All right, point taken.” He turns serious again.
    I’m nervous about what might come out of his mouth. I’m positive that I’m not going to like it.
    “I’m gonna put it out there. If you like it, you can take it. If you don’t, send it right back.”
    My laughter interrupts him. “Oh my God, did you just quote Anchorman ?”
    He tries to hold back his laughter, but he can’t. “Yeah, I think I did.” He grins. “Should I finish the quote?”
    My laughter dies abruptly, and my pulse quickens. The next words in that scene are “I want to be on you.” Part of me—the part that is tingling and making my panties wet—wants to crawl on top of him right now. But the other part feels like I’ve been slapped on the face. I thought we were getting along, but he just wants sex. I want to be more than that. Even if I’m not. I guess it’s a good thing that I didn’t want to get involved, but I still feel the stab to my