“Oh, the ice cream!” Poppy declares, and Nathan orders his sister to sit back down, entering the kitchen to get it.
My eyes follow him, but I snap them away before Poppy notices.
“Okay, horror or comedy?”
“For what?”
She quirks a brow. “For the movie? What’s clunking around in that head of yours, Mae Bexley?”
Your brother.
I force a snicker. “Oh, um, horror. I could use a good scream.”
There’s a scoff from the kitchen, and I rest my hand over my mouth to cover my smile, telling Poppy, “I’m just gonna get some water quickly.”
She nods as she sifts through the movies on Nathan’s TV.
The polished countertops gleam next to the stainless steel appliances in the kitchen, while the gentle illumination of the pendant lights overhead creates soft shadows on the clean, white walls.
Nathan’s casually leaning against the granite countertop, effortlessly handsome as always, looking at me as if he could eat me.
He’d given me the best orgasm of my life in that forest, and he fucking knows it. I get wet just thinking about it, but all I’m desperate to do is return the favour. It had been pretty dark in the tent, and all I could see was the outline of his cock.
I imagine his size far more often than I’d like to admit.
He lifts his arms above his head and props his weight against the high beam running through the kitchen ceiling, his shoulder muscles ticking as he rests his weight on it.
He’s doing the typical leaning, sexy guy move, but I can tell he’s not even meaning to, and that makes it all the better.
“I’ll get you some water. Get the ice cream out for me, okay?” He nods towards the bottom drawer of his fridge-freezer.
My eyes widen once I lift out the tub of my favourite snack. I’ve already eaten dinner, but my dessert stomach just opened wide. Cinnamon ice cream does that to a girl.
“How did you know this was my favourite?” I prop my hip out, keeping my voice low.
“Maybe because every other thing you eat contains cinnamon. I wasn’t sure what brand you liked, so I got a few. All nut-free, see?” Nathan crouches down to take the other tubs out, gesturing to them, giving me the pick of the bunch.
“You’re so stupid,” I tell him with a laugh.
But really, my heart is faltering. I’m thankful. Nobody has ever done something like this for me. It warms my heart that he’s actually taken notice of the things I like. The things that make me happy.
Even if most people think cinnamon is disgusting.
I like it… mainly because it was my Dad’s favourite, and he fed me the stuff like there was no tomorrow when I was a kid. I believe he once stated he’d have to ask for a paternity test if I ever grew up to hate cinnamon. I still laugh about that to this day.
Nathan’s eyes darken, and he takes a step toward me, trapping me in between the counter and his rock-hard chest. “What did you say?”
I narrow my eyes at him. I was just about to thank him, but when he gets all cocky like this, all I want to do is push him further. It excites me. “I said you’re stupid.” I’m smiling from ear to ear.
“I’d like to hear you say that the next time my fingers are making you come so hard you’re seeing stars.”
My eyebrow arches. “They’ll be a next time?”
“Oh, it would be a tragedy if there wasn't a next time, princess.”
24: Mae
The crowd roars inside the Missarali City Stadium, and the clock shows two minutes left until halftime. The Storks are winning, and I can see in their opponents' faces that they know there’s a slim chance of beating them.
