I plate the first two pancakes and slide them across the counter to her. "Want some ice for your poor abused pussy?"
"Ramsey!" she yelps, looking scandalized but laughing.
"Oh, don't act all innocent now," I say, flipping another pancake. "Not after the filthy shit you were moaning in my ear last night."
She snorts, mouth full of pancake, and gives me the finger. Even that looks fucking adorable on her. Christ, I'm so far gone for this woman it's pathetic.
We eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. I can't stop staring at her—at the way her wet hair drips onto the collar of my hoodie, at how she licks syrup from her lips, at the octopus peeking out from the too-long sleeve. I make a mental note to clean it for her as soon as we’re done with breakfast.
"So," she says finally, pushing her empty plate away. "About that bucket list."
"What about it?" I keep my voice casual, but my eye starts twitching. I can feel it—that telltale spasm that always gives me away when I'm about to lose my shit.
She takes a sip of orange juice, looking at me over the rim of her glass with those big hazel eyes. "Well, I was thinking..."
My jaw clenches so hard I'm surprised my teeth don'tcrack. I set my fork down before I stab something with it, and the only thing I can stab is a pancake or myself.
"You were thinking what?" I prompt, voice tight. I swear to fucking hell if she says that she can do the rest on her own, or that she doesn’t want to do it anymore, or that she can cross the biggest one off her list…
"I was thinking we should add some more stuff to it." She grins, completely oblivious to the mental breakdown I'm having. "Like, a lot more stuff."
Wait, what?
"What?" I say out loud, blinking at her like a fucking idiot.
"The bucket list," she continues, stealing a piece of pancake from my plate. "I was thinking we could expand it. Make it our bucket list. Things we want to try...together."
The relief that floods through me is so intense it's almost painful. I actually have to brace my hands against the counter to keep from sagging.
"Oh yeah?" I recover quickly, raising an eyebrow at her. "Like what kinds of things?"
She shrugs, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I don't know. Maybe...things like what we did last night, but more."
"Like?" I ask, my voice a low rumble.
A wicked smile spreads across her face. "Well, I've never had sex in a public place."
Jesus fucking Christ. This girl is going to be the death of me.
"That so?" I lean against the counter, trying to lookunfazed while my cock stirs in my sweatpants. "Where exactly did you have in mind?"
She shrugs, with an innocent look on her face that I know is complete bullshit. "I don't know. The library stacks? The dance studio after hours? The football field?"
"The field? Really?" I shake my head. "You'd get grass stains on that perfect ass of yours."
"Maybe I want grass stains," she counters, eyes gleaming. "Maybe I want you to bend me over right on the fifty-yard line and fuck me so hard I forget my own name."
And there goes my dick deflating. "While I would love to do that, Iris and Lincoln did that a few years ago and I still have bleach in my eyes from having to scrub the security footage for them so pick a different field please for the love of my sanity."
The smirk that crosses her face is sinister. I’ve never seen it before, almost beautifully demonic in nature.
"Well it would seem fitting that we follow in the footsteps of the only other people keeping it in the family, wouldn’t it?"
She’s been spending way too long with fucking Penn because my sweet star would never say such a thing. My goddamn cousin and his smart ass mouth have corrupted her.
"Omg, you should see your face right now. Gobsmacked is the best word I can use right now. Don’t worry, pretty boy. I’m only fucking my cousin, not my brother."
Chapter 29
