We eat at a very expensive Thai fusion restaurant. It's pretentious. The decor is a mix of gold Buddha statues and photos of farmers in Thailand. Like any of them could afford the prices on the dinner menu.

I pick at my red curry. It's delicious. Fresh shrimp. Crispy vegetables. Fluffy rice.

But my tongue is apathetic.

Blake is sitting next to me, but he feels a million miles away. I'm not here. Not really.

I'm stuck in my head.

I'm trying to convince my feelings to recede. It's less than a month until our wedding. I can survive a month of pretending.

Blake brings a broccoli floret to his lips and bites off the head.

He has a perfect business way of eating. It's patient. Neat.

I suck iced tea through my straw. This place doesn't have a bar. But then that's better. I don't need anything clouding my judgment.

What is he thinking?

What goes on behind those gorgeous blue eyes?

He catches me watching and raises his brow. "Do you want to order something else?"

I stab a shrimp with my fork and eat it whole. "No."

"Ashleigh was concerned."

"About?"

"I'm not sure. I didn't ask her to spy."

I study his expression the way he studies mine. I'm sure there's more to see on my face.

Blake is still a mystery, but his concern is clear.

He does care about me.

"I don't really want to talk about it." I stab another shrimp and eat it whole.

He brushes the hair from my eyes. The same thing he did last time. It calms me.

It should be a crime for someone to be able to calm me down or wind me up as easily as he does.

He stares into my eyes. "Do it anyway."

"I always thought my wedding would be more… real."

He nods.

"And my parents… I always thought they'd be there." I stab a red pepper. "I miss them."

"I'm sorry."

"Lizzy… she thinks I'm stupid to let you push me around."

"Is that what I do?"

"Sometimes." I chew and swallow my food. Half a plate to go. I will my appetite to return. This time last month, I would have killed for a meal like this. "She thinks I'm doing it for her."

"Aren't you?"

"Yeah. But she doesn't want me to… She still has this idea that I try to stay in control of everything." I press my fingertips together. I do try to protect Lizzy, but that's my job. She's my baby sister, even if it's been a while since she's been a baby.

His expression is intense. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. You and your sister aren't exactly on the best terms. I'm not sure I want your advice."

"I'd like to help you."

"You are," I say. "That money is going to change my life."

"But more than that." He stares into my eyes. Brushes my hair behind my ears. "I want to make you happy."

My stomach flutters. Blake has no idea what he's doing to me. He has no idea how unfair this is.

I take a deep breath. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" His fingertips brush my neck. My shoulders.

"Don't say sweet things."

"I do want to make you happy."

"Don't."

It's just like the pool. I'm about to be swallowed whole but, somehow, I believe it's going to be okay.

"I care about you," he says.

I close my eyes, soaking in the feeling of his hands on my skin.

I want all of it.

All of him.

"Blake. Don't. If you're going to whisper something, whisper a dirty promise."

He presses his lips to my neck. Then my ear. "I want to make you come."

My sex clenches. That's more like it. "How?"

"Pressed up against the wall begging for more."

I nod.

He slides his hand up my thigh. "Is this all you want from me, Kat?"

"It's all I'm going to get."

"That isn't true."

"Are you ever going to love me?"

"No."

"Then yes. This is all I want."

He kisses my neck again.

It's soft and sweet.

But it's sex.

It has to be just sex.

If I'm not careful, I'll get my heart broken.

I clear my throat. "Let's order dessert."

His composure breaks for a second. His brow furrows. It's like he's trying to figure me out. He glances at my now mostly empty plate and nods.

"Then I'll take the subway home," I say. "I haven't narrowed down my school choices, and I'm sure you have a lot to do at the office."

He stares at me. "No."

"What do you mean no?"

"I mean you're not going home. You're coming back to my place."

"No."

"There's only one way for you to say no, Kat, and it's not that word." His expression hardens. "You're coming home with me tonight."

Can't he see I'm trying to protect myself?

Maybe he doesn't care. He doesn't need protection. He's cool and aloof and impervious to all the pain that comes with falling in love.

I push myself out of the booth. "I'm going home by myself." I hold his stare. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the bathroom."

Blake's gaze is intense. I turn away, but I can still feel it on me.

I don't get it.

He says he cares about me. But then why is he teasing me? Why is he offering breadcrumbs? Why is he so fucking lovable?

I can't do this.

Not if he's going to keep dangling his heart in front of me.

Not if he's going to pretend as if he's offering more.

The bathroom is through a small hallway. I pull the door open and step inside.

It's nice. Expensive.

The counter is marble, the mirror is smudge-free, the sink is a porcelain rectangle.

I run the water and splash it on my face. No makeup today. Nothing to wash off.

I'm just Kat, or maybe the shell of Kat left by whatever Blake is doing to me.

The door opens. I stare at the mirror, trying to ignore it. This is a public restroom. These things happen.

"This isn't our deal."

What the fuck? That's Blake.

I rub my eyes and check again, just to be sure.

"This is the women's restroom," I say.

He glances at the space between the stall doors and the floor. No one else is here. It's quiet. It's clean. Hell, it's nice.

He goes to the main door and turns a lock.

His eyes pass over me slowly. His breath speeds. "Take off your clothes."

I step back, but I'm pressed against the sink.

His voice gets low. "Don't make me ask twice."