Peeking up at Heath, I’m about to tell him that but he’s looking at with a glint in his eyes. When they meet mine, they appear filled with heat and desire.
“Is something?—”
“It looks perfect on you.” Then he helps me inside and then joins me.
Heath drives us to a pizza place where we have the best pizza I’ve ever had. We talk about school and share memories from childhood — the happy ones. Towards the end, when the sky starts getting dark and the room grows a little quieter. Sitting in the tucked away corner of the room, he tells me his sister in a way I’ve never heard him before. He describes little things about her and all the ways that she drove him crazy but also made him love her anyway. It’s like he’s letting me know her on a deeper level. He also explains how she got cancer and the time he spent at the hospital with her. We don’t talk about our parents, because it’s a loaded topic that neither of us wants to get into.
At the end, the waiter serves us molter lava chocolate cake and I nearly hyperventilate.
“I’ve never had it,” I rush out. “I’ve only read about it in books.”
Heath doesn’t say anything and just passes me the spoon. I devour it slowly, enjoying every second of it.
While savoring it, he asks me more about my wishes and I tell him.
It’s not like he’s gonna make every single one of them true.
But sharing it with him feels enough.
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“Areyou sure I can get that many books?” I ask him for the seventh time.
Heath looks at me over the tall pile of books. “Yes, I’m sure. Now grab more books. I can still see you.”
The minute we arrived at the bookstore, he told me to buy enough books that the pile makes it difficult for him to see me.
I thought he was joking so I picked a single book and handed it to me. Then I just walked around, touching the books I’ve read — greeting the characters — and the ones I can’t wait to read someday.
I was so in my element that I forgot he was watching meandswiping those books and making a pile.
After what felt like half an hour, I turned around to check on him — it’s only then that I remembered that I’m not alone and he’s here too — and saw the pile and almost let out a squeal.
Heath just nudged me to kept going.
And that’s exactly what I did.
We end up buying twenty books and when he slides his credit card across the counter I try hard to not pull it back.
He carries my books to the trunk and put the bags in.
By the time he’s in the car with me, I know I’ve fallen in love with him all over again.
We sit in the parking lot, eyes locked and breathing softly.
His blue eyes look so intense and dark in the shadows. I notice how his hair is tousled, strands flying in all directions like he’s run his fingers through it a hundred times. But somehow, it still looks perfect. And his face… the edges are sharp and chiseled making him appear striking.
Heath is the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen.
After seeing his parents, I get why he is the way he is. They’re both insanely beautiful too.
The longer I stare at him, the more I think about his beauty.
The space feels too tight and small and my brain can’t stop thinking about —
I can fit on his lap or maybe I can straddle him, perhaps….
Go home. Now.
