She rolls her eyes. “Maybe.” She plays it down and my stomach twists.
“How old are you?”
She blinks once or twice. “I would say guess, but I don’t know… you might offend me.”
I chuckle softly, running my hand back and forth over my chin. She makes me laugh. I like that. I feel like no one everreallydoes.
“I don’t know if I want to guess now.” My tongue flicks out and coats my upper lip.
“Go for it, I’m only joking… you won’t offend me.” Her gaze turns cold as she glares me down.
“Twenty-eight.” I have a feeling she is older than me, but not by much.
“Nope.” She crosses her arms against her chest, pressing her tits together and I fight the urge to look.
“Higher?” I wince.
She nods.
“Thirty?”
“Not close.”
A tingling sensation tickles the back of my neck, her eyes not leaving mine.
“Thirty-five?”
“Getting closer.” She smirks.
“Thirty-seven?”
“Mmhm.”
It takes me a moment for it to register. She is ten years older than me, but she definitely doesn’t look it. Why is this turning me on?
“You don’t look it.” I play it down, my insides burning, the flames licking against the blood that thrashes around my body.
She shrugs, a coy smile on her face.
“Do you have any hobbies?” I ask, reaching for my glass at the same time she drains her flute.
“I like to read, I like getting coffee.” Her cheeks turn crimson. “I like being in my cosy cottage.”
I couldn’t stand that. Those pink cheeks…
“It’s not really a hobby, but I like to collect snow globes of places I have been.”
My chest tightens. “Snow globes?”
She half nods, half shrugs. “I need to get one before we leave here, actually.”
I make a mental note to make sure I get her one. If that’s what she likes, then that’s what she’ll get.
“How did that come about?” I press, wanting to know anything and everything I could about her.
She drops her face, focusing on the empty glass. I wait a beat or two before I stand and fill it back up again.
“My dad used to buy them for me.”
