"I'm sorry about today, Eva." Alex finally said. "I did say that our relationship was going to be exclusive and… but… I'm bad at this."
She turned to look at him fully. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his tailored pants, the lines of his jaw tense. The king of control—awkward, exposed.
"What? Apologising?" she asked.
"Relationships," he corrected, dragging his gaze back to her. "You have to understand… I've never really had one. You're my first. I've had countless—hundreds of—one-night stands, flings. But I don't do this."
He was confessing the absence of real intimacy in his life. Of letting someone in.
"Awwww…" Eva cooed, her eyes glinting with humor. "You're a virgin." She gave him a wicked grin. "My first virgin."
The corners of Alex's mouth twitched. "Okay, now you're mocking me," he said, though there was no real heat in the words. He moved swiftly, opening the passenger door for her, as though trying to regain some of the composure he'd just surrendered.
