After they finished eating, Hadrian and Sydney talked about his growing up in Missouri and her spending her summers there when she was a kid.
A hardness lingered in her, he noticed. A stiffness that she didn't let down very much. In her eyes, behind the cold images, he could see so much warmth and love, or rather, the need for it.
Part of him wondered, if only for a second, what it would be like to date her, to spend time with her on a regular basis. He wanted to see beyond the hurt inside her and see the real part of her that she kept tucked away from the world.
He imagined it had to do with her profession. The need to be perfect and receptive for everyone else causing her to lock down her own problems, her own thoughts, and be a person, must weigh heavily on her. Like himself. He rarely got to open up, to talk to someone like normal people did, and he missed it.
As the alcohol floated around in her system, the more her posture relaxed, and she started leaning forward to reveal her awesome cleavage and looking at him through those hooded eyes that he knew would look mind-boggling on his bed. That would be if she were naked...
Knock it off, he told himself.
Sydney looked around a bit. Her hand landing an inch or from his hand, she stretched her fingers to touch his. He moved his hand so their fingers laced together.
"Hadrian?" She ran her fingers up and down his.
"I wanted to tell you a couple of things."
He raised his eyebrow at her, clenching his beer bottle. "Like?"
She blushed, bowed her head, then looked back up at him. "Uh, yeah, well, I think you're really very nice..." she glanced away from him. "This is harder than I thought it would be..."
"Well, just say it." He took a swig from his beer.
"Uh, well," she let go of his hand, fiddling with her untouched spoon and straightening it as she stared at the table. "Will you sleep with me?"
He choked on his beer, his eyes about popping out of his head.
"This is my last night here, and I have classes all day tomorrow, and I really wanted to do something, well, just not me, and you're so damn sexy, you have a bod that won't quit, and I really, really, really would like to screw your brains out." She let out a breath, and her eyes pleaded with him, innocence and sexiness and pure desire all wrapped up into one look.
He blinked. His mouth went dry, and his dick went hard.
He raised his arm. "Check please."