“Uh-huh. That’s suspiciously vague. You said that like someone caught hiding a secret stash of cookies.” I laugh.
“Well… it’s not cookies.”
I turn my head to look at her, cracking one eye open. “Come on. Tell me.”
“Fine. Only if you promise not to judge.”
“No promises. But I’m all ears.” I smile at her. She sighs dramatically and tilts the Kindle so I can see the cover—a shirtless man with long hair, standing on a cliff with a wolf behind him.
“It’s a fantasy romance. Lots of world building… character development.”
I can’t help but tease. “And steamy woodland sex scenes?”
She laughs and admits. “Maybe a few. You know, for character depth.”
“Uh huh. So this is where you’ve been getting your moves,” I poke her in the butt.
She smiles really big now. “Please. If I was using my book moves, you’d still be tied to a tree with enchanted vines.”
My eyes widen in surprise, loving that idea. “Damn. Okay, I clearly need to catch up.”
She giggles, and I watch her for a second, my grin softening.
“I like this side of you.” Itell her.
“What side?” She says quietly.
“The one that lets me in. The one that reads sexy fantasy books and teases me about enchanted vines.” I laugh.
She smiles again. “You bring it out of me.” I lean over, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.
“Good. Keep reading. I’ll be over here dreaming about being tied to a tree.”
She laughs again, shaking her head as I lay back down, my eyes fluttering closed.
“You’re never going to let this go, are you?”
I’m half asleep, but reply anyways. “Not a chance. Chapter six better watch out.”
38
Can I have some of your taco?
We cook dinner together—homemade tacos—and the conversation flows so easily, especially now my walls are slightly down.
He flirts with me without holding back, touching me every chance he can. When he licks some salsa off his thumb and raises an eyebrow at me like he knows what it does to me, I nearly choke.
We take our dinner to the lounge room, we settle onto the couch. The cushions feel closer than usual, like the space between us is magnetic. He puts onVampire Dairies—even though we’ve both seen it before, he knows I love it and it also means we can talk through most of it anyway. We start to eat our dinner. Leaning toward each other just a little more every time. He catches my lingering stares.
“What?” he asks, a slow smile tugging at his mouth. I shake myhead and sip my wine. “Nothing. You’re just… being a bit quiet.”
He shrugs, eyes on the screen but not really focused. “Just… soaking it in, I guess.”
“Soaking what in?” I nudge his knee with mine, casual, like I’m not dying to crawl into his lap and fuck him again.
He turns his head toward me, eyes steady. “You. Here. Us. This… weird little version of life we’ve got going today.” It’s disarming, the way he says it—like it’s nothing and everything at once. I don’t know how to respond, so I go for deflection, the easiest kind of amour.
“You make it sound like we’re a couple in a romcom.” I laugh.
