“Ididn’t come down here to pressure you.”
Tyler had to make that clear, but they needed to talk. Yes, he wanted her again, but he also respected her and would never pressure her into anything. Yet she was lying to herself if she tried to say her feelings hadn’t changed. They’d crossed that friendship line, and it was so far behind them, he couldn’t even see it anymore.
“You want me to believe you came down to work on your tan?” she asked with a grin.
“I came down to make sure you’re okay.”
Alisha stared at him for a moment before she laughed and shook her head. “Ty, we had sex. I’m a big girl and knew what I was doing. Don’t be so overprotective.”
Tyler started toward her, but she remained still. Thankfully she had her sunglasses on, because there was no way she could avoid looking at how magnificent his body was in motion. She’d always found Tyler to be sexy and funny and caring—there was no denying he was a great guy—but now she could add amazing lover to that list. Too bad the man loved women and had a revolving door of them. She might be willing to risk her heart and her brother’s anger if Ty wasn’t so…outgoing.
“I’m well aware that you’re a strong woman.” He came to stand close—too close. “That’s one of the reasons you’re so amazing. But I didn’t want to ignore you or what just happened, either.”
He thought she was amazing? Why did that get her giddiness stirred up once again? This wasn’t some teen crush or the start of a whirlwind romance. They’d hooked up, and now they both needed to move on.
“We need to put that behind us now.” She placed a hand on his arm and offered a smile, trying to ignore the zing of arousal just from his intense stare. “We just need to go back to the Ty and Lish we were before the pool incident. I can’t be just one of your one-night stands, or day, as the case may be.”
His lips thinned as he gave a curt nod. “You’re right. You’re not the first.”
While she obviously knew that, she still didn’t like hearing how casual he was about sex. Sex had always meant something to her, and she’d never been intimate with a man unless she had a deeper connection.
“So we’re good?” she asked, really needing to wrap up this awkward conversation.
But he didn’t look fine, and when he turned to walk away, Alisha had a pit in her stomach that something she’d said had hurt him. But what? Wasn’t this his standard procedure with women? Why was he acting like she’d just broken up with him?
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