She was calling his bluff, and while part of him loved her for it, there was another part of him that was growing to hate the need for it with every passing day. Every time he had to think about touching her, every time he had to stop himself from getting closer in the name of property damage...

He didn't know if that growing kernel of restlessness in his heart was a good sign or a bad sign.

"I probably shouldn't." he finally confessed, staring at his plate for a second with a sigh as he pushed a little rice around before looking up at her again, dark eyes filled with that same thread of heat, only this time it was tempered with longing.

"But I want to. I always want to." he assured her, a more playful smile blossoming on her features. "Just...leave this party and go find another cowboy bar, know what I mean?"