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“No.”
I smiled. It wasn’t just the sex. I really liked this guy. Too much. Way too much. Not just his mouth. Or his hands. Or the way his cock stretched and filled me. Him.
“Cope—”
He turned our bodies and stood. He was still inside me as he carried me to the bed. Our eyes met and I felt it. I was fucked, and not because he’d started moving inside me.
When I tried to get out of bed later, Cope snaked his arm around my waist and kissed my spine. I looked over my shoulder. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“Always.” He nibbled the soft skin of my waist, and I giggled. He let me go, rolled off the other side of the bed, and I watched him pick up his phone.
“Are you calling someone?”
“My mother.”
I rolled my eyes and padded out to the kitchen. I was staring at my empty refrigerator when he joined me. “Get dressed, and we’ll go over to my place.”
I spun around. “Why?”
“Because I have food.”
“I should stay here.”
“Why?” He looked like a little boy who wasn’t used to hearing no.
“I have work to do.”
His nostrils flared, and he rubbed his hand through his hair. He turned and looked away from me. “I’ll bring it back, then.”
“What, food?” I laughed.
“You need to eat.”
“I’ll order something.” Better yet, maybe once Cope left, I’d attempt going to the grocery.
He pulled out a stool and sat at the kitchen counter. I studied him. Something was on his mind.
“I feel like there’s a lot you’re not telling me, Ali.”
I took a deep breath and turned away from him. “You’re right. And there’s a lot you’re not telling me, Cope.”
I heard the scrape of the stool on the tile floor and felt him walk closer. I closed my eyes, waiting for his touch.
“There’s a difference between me not telling you something and you lying to me.”
“That isn’t fair.”
“Isn’t it?” he asked.
“Are you saying you haven’t lied to me?”
“I haven’t.”
“Bullshit.”
I knew when he walked away; I felt cold. I stayed where I was, looking at the windows I was too afraid to get closer to, until I heard him leave.
Once he was gone, I called Jessica, who told me the meeting with Money was still on hold. I assumed it was because of the bomb at the courthouse, and I was fine with that. I had nothing to tell him, and with Buck or Rock on constant vigil, I didn’t know how I’d get away without one of them alerting Cope.