I sigh. “If it was, I’d have to turn you down.” Strangely, I find myself regretting that fact, and not just because my body is still wired with attraction to him. He actually seems like a nice guy, but officially off-limits, and not the right match for me anyway.
“Damn.” His lips quirk, but he doesn’t seem upset at all. “Have you decided whether you want me to back off and stop flirting with you?”
My breath quickens. Why does he have to keep asking that and putting the responsibility on me to reject him? Why can’t he be like any other douchey guy who’d ignore what I want and flirt anyway? Because while I can’t date him, I enjoy exchanging hot looks across the gym floor and I don’t want it to end.
“No, I haven’t,” I say, something fizzing in my chest. “I need more time to think about it.”
“Okay, then.” He grins crookedly. “Can I ask what’s holding you back?”
I drag a hand down my face and battle to pull myself together. Dare I be honest with him? I moisten my lips. “The thing is, I’ve recently gone through something that makes it hard for me to trust people, and I’m not denying that I’m attracted to you, but you seem like a good-time guy and that’s not what I’m looking for.”
He cocks his head, the humor fleeing his expression, and his eyes become uncharacteristically serious. “I could be more than a good-time guy for you, Harley.”
A lick of heat runs down my spine. His gaze is so intense. So honest. But from what I’ve seen of him, I’m not sure whether to believe him. The fact is, I hardly know Devon. I knew Thaklaew much better, and I still didn’t see his betrayal coming. Why should I think I’m any better at reading this guy?
“Think on it.” He touches his glove to mine. “Ready for round two?”
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