He smiles and looks at me. "You want your first time to be good?"
"I'm not…"
"I'm more than happy to oblige."
What the hell? Is he serious? I take a deep breath. I don't like how rattled I feel. I need it to stop. "I don't need your pity sex."
He raises a brow. "There'd be no pity about it. I want to fuck you, too."
"There's no 'too.' I don't want to… I don't date."
"It's just sex. Might let you buy me breakfast in the morning, but it's not a date."
My mind goes blank. He's direct and confident. He knows exactly what he wants and he just goes for it.
How the hell does he do that?
Words escape me. Talking is overrated.
I turn up the radio, settle into my seat, and watch the sky whiz by outside the windows.
It feels like an eternity passes, but finally we arrive at Kara's apartment.
Miles gets out of the car but stays out of earshot. I walk Kara up the stone staircase and fish through her purse for her keys.
She looks at me with concern. "Thanks for coming out, but Meg—"
"Yeah?"
Her gaze drifts to Miles leaning against the car. "
Be careful. Miles is a total whore."
"Drink some water."
She steps into her apartment. "He was flirting with you."
"You were listening?"
She smiles deviously, clearly not as drunk as she let on. "I worry about you. Be careful, okay?"
I nod.
I must look more confident than I feel, because she closes the door without another word.
This night needs to end. Now. I rush down the steps, one at a time. Then the ground. Only it's not the ground. There's another step.
Fuck. I try to steady myself. It doesn't work.
I go down, landing on my hands and knees.
Ow. My wrists are okay but my knee is screaming.
"Hey." Miles’s voice is close.
He’s a mere foot away. How did he get here so fast?
He kneels next to me. "You mind?"