Whereas I... don’t. Clearly.
“Nah.” He shakes his head, watching me closely as I dig into my muffin. The look on his face is pure satisfaction, and it makes my cheeks heat. “I might chip in a few ideas, but it’s mostly Micah and Dorian.”
My eyebrows shoot up. I’m not surprised about Micah, because his entire being screams he’s got a beautiful soul. But Dorian doesn’t seem like a poetic type.
“How about you? Have you done much traveling?”
Not really, unless you count running away to Willow Ridge.
That’s the problem with getting to know Cal. It appeases my desperate curiosity, but it also leads to him asking me questions. And I’m not exactly an open book.
It’s been so long since I told anyone anything real about myself, I think I’ve forgotten how.
Cal seems to understand my reticence to answer, though. He might not know why, but he doesn’t push any further.
“Thank you for this,” I tell him as I shovel more deliciousness into my mouth.
“I like taking care of you,” he murmurs back, his eyes flicking to my lips before darting away again.
His eyes widen, like he can’t believe he just said those words. A smile spreads across my mouth and I lick the crumbs off my lips, my stomach flipping at the way Cal’s eyes track the movement.
“I hope that didn’t make you uncomfortable,” he says.
I shake my head furiously. “No way.”
He looks so fucking uncertain. I’m aching with the urge to plop onto his lap and give him a cuddle.
I don’t know why I’m holding back, really. It’s not like I’m going to get this opportunity again. Three more weeks in this cabin, then another few months on the road where I doubt we’ll see each other.
No more hiding. No more letting my life pass me by.
I push my chair back and get to my feet. His brow creases in confusion as he pushes his own seat back.
“Did you want to—”
His words cut off as I sit my ass in his lap, looping my arms around his thick neck. He’s got a perfect layer of cushioning over all those muscles and I feel like I could just about live in his lap.
“Is this okay?” I ask softly. He’s not shoving me off, which I’m hoping is a sign I’ve not misread this entire situation.
He cups my cheek, staring down at me with some emotion I can’t read burning in his eyes.
“Yes.” It’s all he says, in a tone that’s so low I can feel it right through my chest.
“You’re incredibly sweet,” I tell him. Then, just in case it sounds too much like I’m friend-zoning him, I add, “You’re also sexy as hell.”
His eyes flick down to my mouth again, and he runs his thumb over my lower lip. I dart out my tongue and accidentally catch his retreating thumb, causing him to suck in a sharp breath.
“Can I kiss you, Sin?” The words are a low growl that causes my pussy to pulse as I grasp the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss.
The moment his lips meet mine, tingles explode over my skin. His lips are soft yet demanding as he groans into my mouth. He tastes like honey, and I suck his lower lip between mine.
Holy hell. He can kiss me any time.
We pull apart and his face molds into this perfect smile.
“We better stop,” he says.
I nod, knowing if we don’t stop now, I’ll be stripping naked and fucking him in the kitchen for anyone to see.
