“I’ll try anything once.” Knox moved back into her personal space and…actually…she should’ve let him snooze. Because now she was all upside down again.
Using the edge of the spork, she tried to cut at the crepe. It wasn’t budging and the head of the utensil broke clean off. This was ridiculous.
“They really do make them crappy, don’t they?” Knox grinned a wicked grin.
Uh-huh. She picked up strawberry with her fingertips, tore off a piece of crepe, wrapped it together and held it to Knox’s mouth.
The look of surprise in his eyes was 100 percent worth the broken plasticware.
He parted his lips.
In for a penny, in for a pound. She slipped the bite inside and lingered for a moment in clear invitation for him to close around her fingers.
He didn’t disappoint, but he didn’t only close around her fingers. Oh no, that would’ve been too normal. If she’d learned anything, Knox never went with the expected.
He clasped her wrist as he licked residual Nutella from her skin. If he kept that up too much longer, she probably would end up arrested for indecent exposure and illicit sounds.
“Oh, look at that.” She pulled her wrist from his grip. “Can you believe it’s time to board?”
Close to time.
Same thing.
“We should get going.” She did a quick check to ensure she had all her stuff.
Time to move along and get back to Denver without any more licking.
They boarded, settled in their first-class seats—she asked for the aisle because she understood from previous experience that he preferred the window, but he’d never ask for it because he’d figure she wanted it, too. Good news, they settled and everyone kept their mouths to themselves.
He pulled open the window shade and glanced around outside.
She toyed with the Styrofoam clasp.
“You look like you’re contemplating the demise of that crepe,” he said.
“No.” Though she had received actual flatware from the flight attendant, so the guess was solid.
“Then what kinds of questions are bopping around your brain making you look so serious?”
“Why did you call me Noodle Cup?” she asked, still fidgeting with the Styrofoam container.
Why was this the question that popped out of her mouth? She didn’t really know, but it was something she’d been tossing around since he’d said it.
“You really want to know?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.” She shifted so she could dive into the crepe. Even if they screwed up the actual crepe part, they couldn’t mess up the Nutella.
“It’s sort of a secret,” he said.
She leaned closer to him. “Then whisper it.”
He moved forward, his lips against her earlobe. The scent of hazelnut, fruit, musk, wood, and rock star.
The scent combination was fabulous.
“I like noodle cups,” he said only for her. “You have an abundance of noodle cups in your pantry, so I figure you liked them, too. That’s why I called you Noodle Cup.”
She didn’t shrug off his mouth from being so close to her ear. “That’s such a Knox thing to say.”
