"Shit. I'm gonna have to buy you another coffee."
"You really are digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole." I take a long sip. Mmm. Usually, I wouldn't let him buy me another coffee. But I'm tempted to take him up on his offer. Not just for the caffeine. But for everything.
"You have anyone you call?"
"Hmm?"
"For sex."
"Oh." I fight my blush. Wet my dry throat. "Not at the moment." Or ever. But he doesn't need to know that.
"Me either."
"Oh."
"I like you, Iris. I had fun last night. More than I've had in a long time."
"Really?"
"I know. I seem like a slut. I am." His brow scrunches. He's thinking something. He must figure it out, because understanding spreads over his expression. "But I'm tired of one and done. I want something steady. With someone I like." His eyes meet mine. "With you."
"What exactly do you want with me?"
"I want you to be my fuck buddy."
Chapter Seven
Walker
Iris blinks twice.
Her blue eyes fill with surprise.
A blush spreads over her cheeks.
She wraps her fingers around her cup, brings it to her lips, sucks coffee from the straw until she's slurping ice.
"You want another?" I take my last sip.
"I have to study."
"I have a one o'clock. I'm not gonna take up your afternoon." I push my empty cup aside. "I don't bullshit. Or play games. If you're not interested, say no. It won't hurt my feelings."
"Not at all?" Her lips curl into a smile. "That doesn't make me feel special."
"I'll be devastated. Spend the entire week wondering if I'm a lousy fuck."
"You're not."
"Yeah?" I lean back.
"Yeah." She copies my posture, leaning back, spreading her legs.
"I know you're mocking me, but you're gonna make me hard if you keep copying poses from last night."
She presses her knees together. "Okay. I'll take another coffee. The same one. Thanks." Her gaze goes to her new ink. She's transfixed.
You are not your mistakes.