​​Chapter 18: Pretty Please with Saz on Top

By the time we make it outside my apartment building, I’m gasping. I can’t tell if it’s the fact that Saz is pressed up so close against the side of my body or that trying to keep up with his stride is like trying to keep up with a marathon runner. His jacket is long gone, the sleeves of his button-down rolled up and showing the mass of his forearm. I release my hold on him, the handle of the lobby door now firmly in my grasp. I smile at him and give a friendly salute. “Well, goodnight.”

“Do you really think I won’t see you all the way to the door?”

He holds the door open, hand resting easily above my head. Honestly, I thought he was going to nod and leave without a word like he did earlier. He has nothing left to say to me. I mean nothing to him. I look into those swirling eyes and see nothing more than a neutral expression, the desire from last night officially gone. He must pity me. I stumble and stretch myself in front of the lobby door, blocking his path. “I said, goodnight.”