“You even did the grapes!”
“Of course I did.” And he did. Little grapes are falling from the salad. His detail is impressive, and I can’t help but think it’s the best pumpkin I’ve ever seen in my life.
When our eyes move from the pumpkins to each other, I smile. “Let’s light them.”
“Hell yes.” He helps me up like I weigh nothing. “I love how there is absolutely no detail in my football.”
“I didn’t bring power tools.” I cackle as we move to put them outside on my patio. I love that I’m on the ground level because all the passersby will be able to see them. I don’t know that anyone else will know it’s ambrosia salad, but I do, and it makes me insanely giddy.
He gives me a side glance. “I’ll get you some.”
Why does the fact that he wants to buy me power tools make me hot?
I need help.
Together, we get our battery-powered candles and put them inside. He takes photos of me, and then I do the same for him. Then he takes some of us together before we head back inside. He stops me when I’m shutting the sliding door, showing me his phone. “This might be my new wallpaper.”
The photo of us with our pumpkins is absolutely adorable. His is better than mine by a mile, but we’re both so delighted,with bright smiles and rosy cheeks. When he gets to one of me looking at him like he is the pumpkin-carving God, I swoon. “I love that one.”
He beams. “This one is better.”
It’s us looking at each other. I thought before that we wouldn’t look right together. Him being so hot and me being a solid seven, but even my insecurities can’t deny how good we look. His hazel eyes shine, but my brown ones bring contrast and depth. My bronzed skin makes the color in his cheeks brighter, and while I’m all curves, that makes his sharper angles softer. We look good. Real good.
Jeez, I’m obsessed with us.
I sigh deeply. “Yeah, I love that one too.”
He presses his side into mine and wraps an arm around me. “Wanna go Instagram official with me?”
I side-eye him. “For what?” He hip checks me, but I don’t go anywhere since he’s holding me. I shrug. “I mean, I guess.”
“You guess?”
I move to finish shutting the door. “I mean, it was only one date.”
“The best first date, and it can be my prize for kicking your ass at pumpkin carving.”
I roll my eyes. “Hardly kicked my ass.”
“I annihilated you.”
I lean against the glass door as I look up at him. “Fine.”
“Fine?” He steps closer, his big body crowding mine. “Fine that I annihilated you, which I did, or fine, we’re official?” I smirk up at him, and he grins back as he leans in, his scent driving me wild. He brings his hands up, cupping my face, and then I’m holding my breath as I gaze up at him. “’Causefine, I annihilated you is true, and I’ll accept that response. Butfine, you want to be officially mine? Sorry, heart-stopper, but I’ll need more enthusiasm or you’ll wound my poor little ego.”
“Little?” I ask, and he grins widely, those dimples blinding me. His hands are warm, protective, and I need him closer. I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him against me. He takes a deep breath, his eyes fully trained on me as every inch of him touches me. He’s so solid, so thick, and when I arch my hips into him, I can feel his arousal. He draws a sharp breath, his eyes hooding ever so slightly as his pupils dilate. He feels so good, and I want more. I love how big he is, how small I feel in his arms, but most of all, I love how he is looking at me.
Like I’m the lighthouse, and he’s the ship.
He’s the moth, and I’m the flame.
Like he’s my quarterback and I’m his receiver.
I’m his stick, and he’s ready to score.
I could go on forever. I may not be able to read well, but I’m wordy as fuck.
But I need him to know something.
