A small smile teased at my lips as I realized what he was saying. He didn’t want to just mess around. Harris wanted something serious. I’d never seen him in a serious relationship, ever. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Harris?”
His eyes darkened. “Fuck yes. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to be your boyfriend. And on January second, I want to take you on our first date. If you want this too.”
I bit my lip. To say no would be to go against everything inside of me. I wanted this guy, wanted his friendship and love and respect. I should have been shouting at him that yes, I wanted all of that. The only thing stopping me from a resounding ‘yes’ was someone who could turn this into something epically ugly.
My dad.
He wasn’t going to like me dating Harris. Shit, he wasn’t going to like me dating anyone. In Jesse Thornton’s ever-changing eyes, I was his little girl and no guy would ever be good enough.
“Lucy?” Harris’s eyes darkened. “Baby, if you’re trying to let me down easy, just get this over with. I’m not sure I can handle much more of this.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Relax. I’m not turning you down. I want this just as much as you do.” I grimaced. “I was just thinking of how dead you will be when my dad finds out.”
“Um, I was hoping you would protect me from him and the Demons.” He grinned and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
I laughed. “Yeah, well I can’t work miracles.” I bit my lip, trying to figure out what I was going to do about my dad and his band-brothers. “Maybe…”
Harris raised a brow. “Maybe what?”
I blew out a frustrated breath. “Maybe we should keep this to ourselves for a little while.”
“We are not Romeo and Juliet, Lucy. Our families actually like each other. Your dad and mine are good friends.” Harris leaned back against his desk and pulled me between his legs.
“Yeah, well if you want it to stay that way, we should probably keep our relationship quiet until I can think of a way to break it to my dad without him rounding up the Demons and planning your murder.” I hated the idea of keeping us a secret but my dad was way too intense when it came to me dating boys. “Please? Just for a little while.”
He blew out a long frustrated breath. “Okay. For a little while.”
I leaned against him, wanting to kiss him again but not knowing that it wasn’t a smart idea right then when I wanted a little more than just kisses. I loved that Harris wanted to do things right. That he wanted to wait until I was eighteen before taking things further.
It was definitely going to be a long month, though.
A grin teased at my lips as I rested my head on his chest and listened to his pounding heart. I couldn’t wait.