“You know what it’s like. Having to push people away for the sake of your work. Wearing a mask every day to have them respect you as a professional.” He raised a hand and touched the side of her face with the soft skin of his knuckle. “Yet, when I’m with you, even if you’re fighting with me, there’s something that makes me want to forget all that.”
His hands… They were so warm. “Is that what why you decided to ask me out?”
His fingers moved down under her chin, making her brain short circuit as he tilted her chin to have her look at her. The moment her black eyes met his stormy gray, she knew she was finished. “No, it was because you’re the only person on earth who somehow saw right through me and didn’t hesitate to call me out on it.”
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Should she invite him in? If she listened to the heated thrum that ran through her veins, she’d have taken the man inside and let him screw her into her mattress until she called out his name. However, there was something else that was winning the argument this time. Her morals.
She never slept with anyone on the first date, and no matter how much she really wanted to, she couldn’t allow herself to start now. If he wanted in her pants, he’d have to wait.
“Marc, it’s been a wonderful evening,” she said as she gently pushed him off of her. “It’s a bit too soon for going further for me, all right?”
He gave her a breathless nod. “I understand,” he let out after a deep breath. They both needed time to cool off, it seemed. She gave him one last peck on the temple before Naomi pulled her dress right enough to step out of the car. This was definitely going to need a dry clean, she thought as she opened the car door. “I’ll see you at the hospital tomorrow. Good night, Marc.”
“Good night, Naomi.”