“Fuck! It was something I needed to take to heart; if I didn’t, losing Natalie wouldn’t have meant a damn thing. I didn’t try to invade her mouth with my tongue, nor did she, but her lips worked back against mine after a moment’s hesitation, and I felt her hands tentatively grasp my hips, then slide up my sides to my chest. He slung it over his shoulder and started leading us to what I assumed was the next teeing ground. I certainly wasn’t going to confide in the classy, blonde heiress sitting across the table from me. “We can’t have cooperation without a social agreement to respect each other.”
“‘I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me,’” I suggested. “Yeah.”
“Then why didn’t you break up with her and ask me out a month ago?”
If I was being honest, it was because I would have felt like an asshole for ending my relationship with Jessica to pursue another girl.
