I rub my lips together, biting the bottom one in the process. “I hope so.” My throat suddenly feels tight, and I can’t swallow well, so I quickly take a sip of my drink and say, “Next question. Will we ever be more than fuck buddies?”
His lips part, but then he slams them shut again, a difficult look on his face. “You know I can’t answer that question, Hailey.”
“You can’t, or you don’t want to?”
He just looks at me without saying a word.
I shrug it off. “It was worth a shot.” Honestly, I am a little bit disappointed and hurt. I mean, he could’ve just said no, right? No hard feelings. Or something.
I sigh in my head. Who am I kidding? Of course, there are hard feelings. I don’t just fuck any guy. In fact, I never fucked a guy before him, and that means something to me. It may not mean something to him, but at least, he could acknowledge the fact that I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.
“I want to know about your dreams, Hailey,” he says. “What do you want to do after college?”
“My dreams?” I frown, confused. “I hadn’t thought about that yet.”
“What would you see yourself doing in ten years from now?”
“I don’t know. Maybe start up a business somewhere.” I clear my throat. “But you haven’t answered my question yet.”
“I don’t want to. Can’t we talk more about your parents? Or your hobbies? I’d like to know more about you,” he says.
“I don’t wanna talk about my parents. Anything but my parents.” I put the glass down a little too hard, making the wine splash over and onto my shirt. “Fuck.”
He picks up a napkin and leans over the table. “Damn, let me help you.”
He pats my shirt, but I snatch it away from him and dab my clothes myself. “I have hands. I can clean myself. Thanks.”
“No problem. Also, we don’t have to talk about your parents. Just tell me something else.”
I throw the dirty napkin on the table. “What’s there to tell? I’m a unicorns-and-rainbows-loving nerd, who prefers loud music over talking to people, who also happens to love bright colors and anything that distracts her. I’m pretty weird, but also pretty normal. Did I mention I love to party and hang out with boys?” I raise a brow to taunt him.
“As long as those boys don’t touch you, party away.”
“Really?” I shift in my seat. “Because I could’ve sworn I wasn’t anyone’s possession, so boys can touch me all they want, and I’ll gladly let them if they want to.”
He narrows his eyes. “Don’t play dirty games with me, Hailey. I’m not someone to mess with.”
“Oh, and I am?”
“Why are you so upset? Is it because I asked about your parents? That’s it, right?”
My nose twitches from annoyance. He’s really pushing me now.
“Or is it because I never said you’re mine?”
He reaches into his pocket.
Something inside starts to vibrate.
I squeal.
Everyone turns around.
Thomas places his finger on his own lips and shushes me.
“Don’t make a sound.”
“What the fuck?” I say.
“Shh … not so loud. You don’t want everyone here to know you have a butt plug in your ass, do you?” he whispers.
“Is that thing vibrating? Oh, my god.” My pupils dilate and then I growl, “You’re doing this.”
“Yes, I am. I needed to make a point here.”
“What point?” I shudder and clench my legs from the vibration, which pulses through me, causing delicious thumps.
Fuck. How am I supposed to concentrate on the conversation? How am I supposed to eat my damn venison if I can’t lift a damn fork without shaking?
“You are mine, Hailey. Whether you think you are or not doesn’t matter. When I say you’re mine, you’re mine completely. No one, and I mean no one, is going to touch you. I don’t share what belongs to me.”
“I don’t belong—”
“You belonged to me the moment I stuck my tongue into your pussy, and you know it,” he growls softly. “You think I’m playing around, don’t you? I’m not. I may not want to define whatever the fuck it is we’re doing here, but that doesn’t make me any less of a greedy motherfucker. And I am fucking greedy when it comes to you. That’s a problem of mine that I’m willing to admit now, having you on my mind every goddamn second of the day, wishing I could stick my tongue in your pussy and then my cock until I hear you scream my name. I also finally came to terms with the fact that I am one jealous asshole, and you won’t like me one bit when I’m jealous, Hailey, so don’t you make me one by letting other boys get a taste.”