Holy shit.
“Cedrick?” I hear his voice, but it’s his touch that shatters my reverie. The lightest graze of his finger alongside mine, and I’m blinking through the haze and focusing back on his blue eyes in the dark light of the club.
The lights are reflecting off his tan skin in hues of yellow and blue and green, and I’ve never seen someone look so beautiful.
“You’re staring,” he tells me, and I nod, not even bothering to deny it.
“I am.”
“Why?”
“You’re perfect.”
“No one’s perfect.”
“I’m pretty sure you are,” I tell him bluntly.
“Trust me, I’m far from it.”
“Why do you say that?”
“There are things you still don’t know.”
“Then tell me, little mouse.”
“We barely know each other,” he argues, and I want to bite his tongue.
“Can’t really use that argument anymore,” I rebuke.
He sighs heavily and rolls his head between his shoulders. It’s quiet between us for a minute, but I notice he still doesn’t pull his hand away.
“I didn’t come here alone,” he tells me after a while, and I lift a brow but don’t say anything, waiting for him to elaborate. “My roommate Kane is with me. He’s over at the bar.” Madison’s face is pink, and I want to lick the path of his flush.
“Okay.”
“You’re not mad?”
“No,” I tell him honestly. “I get why you didn’t come alone. You’re smart.”
“‘Cause you could be a serial killer or something,” he explains.
I smirk. “Yes, I definitely could be.”
“Like Dexter.”
“You’ve seen Dexter?” I ask him, surprised.
He nods. “I’ve been watching it with my roommates.”
“But isn’t Dexter like, the good guy?”
“Can serial killers be good guys?” he asks incredulously.
“Of course, they can!” I argue. “He literally kills awful people.”
Madison squints, and his adorable little nose scrunches up. “Yeah… but he ends up killing some good people, too.”
“Okay, but not like, because he wanted to!” I will defend Dexter with my life, okay!
