“Okay. I’ll ask her if she wants to come with me.”
I looked up as Lyla appeared, locking eyes with her. Her hair was wrapped in a T-shirt and her face was free of makeup. The strong smell of vanilla overwhelmed my senses, and I tried and failed to stop my gaze from trailing down her body. The snug tanktop she wore hugged her tits perfectly, and her leggings fit her like a second skin.
“Alright. Sounds good.”
My mom’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I blinked, glancing back up to Lyla’s face. Her brows were pulled slightly together as she studied me. As I kept my eyes focused on hers, the tension between us amped up. I was only slightly aware of saying bye and hanging up with my mom, as I was locked in the moment with Lyla.
Her lips parted in a perfect O, and I could only hope that she was seeing the desire in my eyes.
The need to finally make her mine consumed me, but I had to stick to the plan. She needed to realize what lay between us on her own, and decide giving us a shot at more than friends was what she wanted too.
LYLA
A shiver raced through me from the desire in Adam’s eyes. I shifted uncomfortably on my feet and looked away. I was being ridiculous. Reading into things. I had to be.
But these moments were getting more frequent, and I couldn’t figure out what was going on.
Had something changed between us? Did I want it to?
I refused to look at him again, but the silence was driving me nuts.
“Who was that?” I finally asked.
He shut the refrigerator door and turned back toward me with a container of grated Parmesan in his hand. “My mom.”
“Oh.” After another moment of hesitation, I stole a glance up at his face.
He smiled—something sweeter than his usual smile. Or maybe I was just overanalyzing every little thing now.
“She said you should come with me tomorrow when I go over there to fix her sink.”
“That’ll be nice. I love chatting with your mom.” Although the break from the looks I couldn’t decipher and the weird moments between us didn’t sound horrible either.
“Funny, she said the same thing about you.”
I shrugged. “She’s a lot like you.”
“Yeah?” he prompted.
“You know, easy to talk to, funny, kind…”
He smiled at me again and my stomach fluttered. I shifted on my feet, feeling nervous. Like I’d said too much, or went too far. I’d never questioned things between us, but suddenly I felt so unsure about everything. I couldn’t put my finger on what had changed, and frankly, I didn’t want anything to change.
At least I didn’t think I did.
But I also couldn’t ignore the weird moments between us in the last two weeks. Or the way my body responded to those moments.
Needing to put some distance between us, I turned and walked the few feet to the table that sat outside the entrance to the kitchen. I surveyed theMagicgame still set up on the table, trying to understand the move he’d made earlier. Pretty much a hasty attack. He’d said he wasn’t paying attention and missed my creature that had an indestructible effect. So now he was down his strongest player, leaving me with a large opening.
None of it made sense. Maybe once in a while he’d make a mistake like that. But not twice in the same week.
“Planning your attack?” He set my plate down on the table and went around to the other side, setting his down.
Maybe he was getting bored with it and that was why he was making sloppy moves. “We don’t have to play anymore if you don’t want to.”
His eyes widened. “What? Of course, I still want to play.”
“Okay…” I shrugged.
