“Then waking up… next to each other.”
I drop my head to the side,
like it’s not a big deal.
Even though it’s a night I’ve never given to any guy.
“It doesn’t sound like much, but I never done it before. So if you want it, it’s there. On the table. If you make it.”
He's staring at me, stunned.
“Yeah,” he finally says,
then clears his throat. “Yeah, I want that.”
A rough laugh slips out, and he tries to shake it off, glancing down at the blueberry crushed between his fingers—skin split, juice bleeding.
“Fuck, Sonny… you tryin’ to kill me?” His smirk stays as he sucks the juice off his thumb. “You say shit that fucks me up, you know that? That was the last thing I expected outta you. And now?” He blows out through his cheeks as he reaches for another blueberry.
“Now there’s a lot ridin’ on this throw.”
His eyes lift to mine.
“Aight. We’re a team, yeah?”
He gestures between us.
“We both want it.”
I lift a shoulder, fighting my smile.
His gaze falls back to my mouth as he rolls the berry between his fingers, serious now. “So eye on the berry, angel. Breathe. And quit smilin’,” he says, fighting his own grin. “Just trust me on this one. I got a real good feelin’.”
His chin and hand lifts at the same time.
His grin fades.
Then it’s in the air,
arching,
coming back down.
My head tips back.
My mouth parts.
And it hits the center of my tongue.
Blueberry bursts between my teeth sweet.
Andrew’s eyes go wide.
Then soften.
Then melt.
He hangs his head, grin breaking hard,
