Fuck, he said, sliding his hands down to my thighs. You're making this very hard to be the good guy you said I was last night.I'm not drunk.He pressed his forehead to mine, chuckling softly. Yeah, I can see that and while the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I'm serious. You're not a hook up. You're not a friend with benefits. You're more than that to me.I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. Well, that was...really sort of perfect.