He let out a laugh.“No.Giselle is too smart to ask me to do that.I'd have ruined her dress.”
My eyes fell to his chest.There was a spattering of hair there that I very much wanted to touch again.“I see.And if it wasn't her wedding dress, would Carlo have helped Giselle?”I wasn't sure why I asked that.But something inside of me really wanted to know the answer.
Stefan cleared his throat.“We've all helped Giselle with her creations from time to time.That's what friends do—” he paused for a second, “isn't it?”
My eyes drifted up to his.“I suppose so.But does Carlo sew?Or just pin?”
He chuckled.“Sewing—no.Pinning—yes.He also crochets.”
My eyebrows rose as I imagined Carlo doing any of those activities—but especially the last one.“He crochets?”
Stefen nodded and then pulled me into him.“Giselle taught him.”
My hands touched his chest again, and I sighed.I'd wanted to do this for months.Since the second I stepped out the door of my crappy apartment.“Is he any good?”I gazed up into Stefan's eyes—into the most handsome eyes I'd ever seen in my life.
Carlo laughed, making my body bounce with his.“Nope.And anything he does, Giselle just unravels and redoes when he's not around.”
That information made me giggle.Just thinking about that large man holding a tiny crochet hook in his big hand nearly caused my heart to explode.And knowing that Giselle taught him how to crochet—gosh.It was all too cute.
“And do you crochet, too?”
A huge smile crossed his face.One hand slipped to my lower back and the other behind my head.“I'm concerned you may no longer be sexually attracted to me after I answer this question.”
I laughed so hard tears formed in my eyes, and I had to blink them away.“I don't think that's possible.”My hands slipped up his chest and around the back of his neck.“I'm pretty sure there's nothing you could tell me that would turn me off sexually.”I rose up on my tiptoes, and he met me for a kiss.
“I'm still not going to risk it.”He kissed me and grinned.“Let's go to bed,” he whispered into my ear.
I shook my head and laughed.“Not until you tell me if you know how to crochet or not?”
He let out a puff of air against my neck.“Fine.”He pushed away slightly.“Giselle gave me one of those kits.You can make animals and shit.”
My brain raced as I thought about what the heck he meant.And then I remembered an ad I'd seen.“Oh, you mean the Izzydoos kits?”
Stefan rolled his eyes and nodded.“Yeah.”
I smiled so hard I thought my face might crack.“What did you make?A dog?A giraffe?”
His eyes held mine.“A pig.”
I burst out laughing.
And couldn't stop.Even though I tried.
“Don't laugh.It was harder than I thought.Even following the directions on the online videos was difficult.”
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
Not only had Stefan crocheted—he'd also followed online directions.And struggled with them.
“Have you ever tried making them?It's not easy.”He squeezed me closer to his body.
I simmered down and shook my head.“No, those kits are way too expensive.My grandma tried to teach me to make a scarf once.But it ended up being a large triangle instead.And I never tried to crochet again.”
Stefan leaned down and took my lips with his.“That's a very sad tale.Are we done with craft talk?Because I'm more interested in bed talk at the moment.”And then he kissed me.
