–Deanne–
It was supposed to be awkward. But Caine? He's always goofy. Still clinging to me even after I took advantage of him. I only remember it in fragments. It happened because we were flirting and—he dared me. But the kiss? I've never kissed anyone before. And yet, we kissed.
He kept his hands off me, just like he promised. And I was the one who left the marks on him.
What I do remember clearly was the man he beat up—the one who smacked my ass with a squeeze. I froze. I'm used to being harassed, but I've never seen a man nearly kill the bastard right in front of me just to avenge me and protect me.
The undercover agents trailing us had to pull Caine off before he did something that would get him deported—or worse. But not before he snapped a photo of the man's ID. I know that look on Caine's face. He's planning something.
"When are you going to ask me on a date?" Caine asked, bold as ever while I stared at him for a long moment.
"I don't date, Caine."
