“Eric, you are such a?—”
“Seriously, I need Cookie Guy’s name so I can send him flowers.”
Nikolett’s outraged expression made him laugh.
“He must’ve been a really shit kisser.”
Nikolett crossed her arms. “He was an excellent kisser.”
“Nope. Because if he had been, you might have done more than kiss him.”
Her gaze narrowed. “I tried, but?—”
She cut herself off, eyes a little wide.
“But what?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, you’re going to tell me.”
“No, I’m not.”
Eric lunged for her. She tried to scramble away but was unsteady on the cast boot. This time, he swung her into his arms. He bounced her once, half pretending to drop her, when she struggled.
Nikolett yelped and wrapped her arms around his neck. Really tightly around his neck. Eric coughed as he carried her into the bedroom and then into the bathroom while she tried and failed to strangle him.
“Why are we?—”
He set her on the sink counter. “What happened between you and the cookie boy?”
Nikolett glared at him. “He’s a cookie man. Big. Maybe bigger than you.”
Eric snorted. “I doubt it.”
“Arrogant asshole.”
“You won’t distract me with compliments. What happened?”
Nikolett tipped her chin, looking down her nose at him, but her cheeks were pink and getting pinker.
“I’ll tell you every embarrassing thing I’ve ever done,” he promised.
“How do you know what I did was embarrassing?”
“You’re blushing.”
She slapped her hands to her cheeks.
Damn, she was cute. He was sure she’d hate that description, but in this moment, bare-faced and trying to hide a blush, she was fucking adorable.
So he kissed her, not doing all that great a job because he couldn’t stop smiling.
When he broke the kiss, she tucked her face against his neck, hiding. She mumbled something.
“What was that?”
With a frustrated hiss, she sat up and stared at him. “I called him Eric when we were making out.”
