#Chapter 178: Go Slow

Lamar was leaning in for a kiss. There had been no ask for permission. There had been no indication that he’d wanted this at all! I’d been about to say goodnight, and he was leaning in. He was almost on me, when I recovered from my shock enough to turn my head. His lips pressed against my cheek instead. He stayed there a few seconds, then laughed against my skin. “Guess this means you don’t want your present then.” His breath smelled like alcohol. Was he drunk? I backed up a step, putting space between us. “What’s the present?” He lifted a brow, then dropped his gaze down. I followed his line of sight down to where his erection bulged in his khakis. When had he…? Was this why he wanted to walk me home? My present was his penis? “Lamar, I want to go slow, remember?” “Slow, yeah. I can go slow.” He leaned in again. I placed my hands on his chest and physically pushed him back. “Stop.” He stilled. “Wait… you mean slow as in –” “Not ready for this,” I said. How co