and when he raises it again he’s all boyish?—
beaming, gaze heated, heart spilling out.
“That’s my girl.”
And my face cracks open,
fucking smile and all.
He grabs another blueberry,
tossing it into the air
and catching it in his mouth,
and points at me mid-chew?—
“Looks like I’m all yours tonight.”
I freeze.
Hold up.
Shit. That was stupid.
What the hell was I thinking?
Penthouse is a no-go.
Ben’s there. He’d blow it all up.
What then? A hotel room?
Jesus. Why does this feel backwards?
I got the side-piece waiting at home, and I’m sneakin’ around with the real thing out here.
Too late to bail?
But I don’t wanna bail.
I reach for a blueberry—“My turn.”
He watches me.
“You sure? ‘Cause I’m ‘bout to?—”
I launch it.
He barely moves,
tipping his chin and catching it—effortless.
I blink.
He grins, chewing slow. “Impressed?”
“No,” I lie, my hand falling to the blanket.
