“Yes, please.” I nodded eagerly and he laughed.

“Sometimes, I look at you and I can’t believe you’re only 25 because you seem so much wiser that that. But other times, when you’re excited or petulant, you remind me of a little child and I’m left wondering if you could really be 25.” He walked back towards me with our drinks in his hands.

“So you’re saying that I remind you of someone much older and much younger, at the same time?”

“I guess so.”

“I’m not sure that’s a compliment.”

“Good. I didn’t intend it to be a compliment.” He handed me my drink and sat down.

“Oh, well, that makes it all better.” I shook my head and laughed. “I’m not sure what the point of your little talk was, then.”

“Just to tell you that you confuse me.”

“How can I be confusing you, if you don’t even know me?”

“You’re confusing my thoughts.” He muttered. “Or maybe I should say complicating them.”

“How am I complicating your thoughts?”

“Meg, you have far too many questions.” He placed his glass down on the table. “Now, tell me something about you.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.” His tone was light, but he looked serious.

“Why?” I stared at him with bated breath.

“I don’t know.” He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t place. “I really don’t know.”

“That’s helpful.” I laughed, but I felt light inside. “Um, let’s see. I went to Columbia for undergrad.”

“No, no.” He grinned and moved closer to me again. “I don’t want to know what’s on your resume. Tell me something about you that no one else knows.”

“I don’t know.” I made a face and sipped some of my drink. It went down my throat smoothly and I was instantly warmed inside.

“What’s the craziest sexual experience you’ve ever had?”

“You really want to know?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Today, tonight with you.” I said honestly. “Nothing else comes close.”

“In more ways than one, I hope.”

“No comment.” I grinned back at him.

“Okay, what’s the next one?” He shifted closer to me on the couch.

“I mean, it wasn’t crazy, but when I was in high school I had a boyfriend and we had sex on his couch once under a blanket.”

“What’s so crazy about that?”

“His dad was sitting in a chair in the room with us.” I laughed, and Greyson joined in.

“Okay, that’s pretty risqué.”

“What about you?” I asked curiously.

“I’ve got so many, I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“That’s not fair.” I protested.

“Life’s not fair.” He laughed and leaned forward to kiss my neck.

“Tell me, Greyson.” I moaned slightly as he bit down hard. “You’re going to leave a mark.”

“I know.” He laughed and then kissed along my neck to my lips. “I don’t think you want to know my craziest.”

“I do.” I nodded and he sat back and grinned.

“When I was in college I used to date this girl. Or rather, we used to f**k. I don’t date. One night, I slipped into her dorm room to have sex. I got into the bed and kissed her and she moaned against me and whispered my name, telling me how glad she was that I was there.”

“What’s so crazy about that?” I shrugged, feeling slightly jealous.

“It had been dark when I got into the room.” He continued. “So anyways, we start having sex and her roommate comes into the room and turns on the light.”

“Oh, let me guess. You guys had a threesome?” I interjected.

He shook his head and placed a finger on my lips, then grinned. “No, we didn’t have a threesome. The girl turns on the light and starts screaming.”

“Oh no, why?”

“Shh.” He laughs. “So, I look up and see the girl I thought I was f**king standing at the door. Beneath me, I see her roommate grinning up at me and clutching my hips.”

“Oh, my God.” My eyes widened. “That’s crazy. What did you do?”

“What do you mean, what did I do? I kept f**king until I came and then I left.”

“You kept f**king?” My mouth dropped open in shock. “Even after you realized you were with the wrong girl?”

He nodded at me and bit down on my lower lip hard. “I already told you before, Meg. I’m no angel.”

“But what about the girl you were seeing. What did she do?”

“I have no idea.” He shrugged. “After she stopped screaming, I continued doing what I was doing.”

“You really don’t seem to care about women’s feelings, do you?” A part of me felt sad.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“I guess maybe your mother’s death really affected you. Maybe you were so hurt by your mother dying and your father withdrawing into himself that you vowed to never fall in love.”

“What are you? A shrink?” He rolled his eyes. “I enjoy my life, Meg. I’m not looking to hurt anyone, but I’m also not looking to fall in love.”