"Do you always get what you want?" I counter.
"Not always. But I'm a patient man."
"You're very stubborn. It's like you have rocks in your head," I try to stall.
"My head's as hard as my body."
"Probably because that body of yours is made out of cement," I retort.
"I thought girls like a man hard."
I suck in a breath. "Not all," I manage to reply.
"Do I what?"
"Like a man hard?"
This is spiraling out of control. My heart is beating faster, but the sensations are pleasant like adrenaline rushing through every cell. "No," I choke out, trying not to feel his metal hard body brushing against mine.
"Prove it," he challenges.
There's a roar in my head. "What?"
"Go on another date with me while I'm… hard."