And you bring out the best in me.
I don’t say it because I need to save something for when I fuck up again. And Iwillfuck up again.
“Have a seat.”
I move to her couch and sit. I’ve still got the donuts, so I open the bag as she appears with two small plates and two cups of coffee, handing me my cup.
“Oh, I forgot to ask, how do you take your coffee?”
“Black.” I’m about to joke about it being black like my heart, but I’m not going to ruin this with a stupid joke. One that she may take seriously.
“Ick.” She scrunches up her nose. It’s adorable. “I’ve got Snickers-flavored coffee creamer if you want something really good.”
“Ick,” I say with my own scrunched-up nose. “I like it like this.”
“Whatever.” She lifts the white bag from the table and peeks inside. “Interesting selection.” I watch as she reaches in. I’m holding my breath to see what she picks. I intentionally chose four different kinds of donuts since I wasn’t sure what she’d prefer. What comes out of the bag surprises me.
“Jelly-filled?” Not only that, it’s covered in powdered sugar. That means it’s messy.
“Mm. Love me some jelly-filled.” Her mouth opens wide, and as she bites, the groan I’ve got ready to release makes me freeze. I can’t make sexy noises. Not right now, anyway.
I watch as the white powder floats down onto her chest. When I look up, I smile because half of her face is covered in white sugar. Damn, I’d like to lick that off of everything. For a split second I picture her naked, covered entirely in soft, white powdered sugar. I could lick…. I shake my head. I need to stop those thoughts. Getting a hard-on right now isn’t the best idea.
“I’ll, uh—” I’m mesmerized by the sight of her eating. “—remember that.” To distract me, I grab the bag and reach in. I don’t care what I get; I’ll eat any of them. What I retrieve is a glazed cinnamon roll. Biting into it, I moan and nod at the same time. “Good.”
Using the side of her hand, she wipes at her mouth. I should tell her she missed a glob of jelly, but I don’t want to.
Again, I wonder what it’d be like to lick all that off.
Stop! Jesus, get it under control, Luke.
My dirty thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. The two of us look at each other. Then something flickers across her face. Fear? Annoyance?
No, it’s fear. I swear it is.
“You want me to get it?”
She shakes her head quickly, back and forth. “No.” When she stands, I notice her pajamas for the first time. She’s got on an oversized Cy’s Roost tee and a pair of tiny shorts that peek out from the bottom of the shirt. I love the look, personally, but… “Maybe you should change before you answer the door?”
She looks down at herself, then at me. The expression says it all. “I’m fine.”
“I know. I just….” Shit. I need to shut up. Things are going well. I feel like my old self again.
Standing, I decide to walk with her to the door. She’s up on her tiptoes, looking through the peephole. Glancing back at me, she whispers, “Dylan.” as she opens the door. “Dylan. What are you doing here? It’s early.”
“Babe.”
Babe?
He’s dressed in a wrinkled tee and jeans. The clothes look like he slept in them. “I needed to see you.”
I step behind her and place my hand on her shoulder. The asshole finally sees me. “Can I help you?” My voice sounds deep and ominous—by design.
He blinks repeatedly. “Who the…? Oh, Luke.” He smiles. “Man, how are ya?”
“What do you want, Dylan?” Tayler asks again.
He looks at her and gives her a lopsided smile. “What’shedoing here?”
