“I like that. I won’t be crossing the line right?” I was still getting a read on these guys.
He waved me off. “No, because you’ll give it back. It’s when people take the special ones and don’t give them back that makes him mad.”
“Noted.” Kidnap a scrunchie? What would he bring me for ransom? Since we were going to coffee, maybe he’d buy me a pastry.
A pastry would be a very good ransom indeed.
“Last night was amazing,” I told him.
“You liked that?” Steven gave me a kiss, his lips tasting of bacon.
Tangling my hand in his hair I held him to me and kissed him a moment longer.
“You literally made my fantasy come true. It was incredible.” For two guys who claimed they hadn’t really dated in years, they had some good moves.
They’re not yours.
Steven’s forehead rested on mine, picking up my doubt. “Whatever that was, it’s okay.”
His comforting grassy scent surrounded me.
“I guess I’m a little sad because tonight is really the last time we get to do something and then tomorrow you’ll have your game, and then I’ll have to go to the airport.” I sighed. Yeah, not looking forward to seeing my ex. Or my ex friends.
“There’s a comic expo in Honolulu over the summer. I’ll get you the dates. If you’re around, maybe you could come over to that island and we can be matching?” Looking bashful, he focused on finishing his food.
“I like that. I have some ideas.” I showed him some ideas and some pictures of group costumes my friends had done.
We spent the rest of breakfast looking at pirate costumes. An alarm went off on his phone.
“Sadly, I need to get dressed, so that I can drop you off before I have to go to practice,” he apologized.
“No worries, you need to be on time.” I did the dishes while he got dressed.
Then I slipped into the bathroom and looked at Ashton’s scrunchie collection.
Steven came up behind me and put an arm around my waist. It felt natural… comfortable…
…right.
“I think you should steal this one.” He held up a burgundy, velvet scrunchie with little beads on it.
“Does he have a flannel shirt that matches it?” I could see it–burgundy shot with gold, something you’d wear at Christmas when you needed to be dressed nicely but still wanted to wear flannel.
Steven laughed. “I love that.”
I took a picture of the scrunchie and texted him.
Me
I’ve stolen your scrunchie. If you’d like it back, please bring ransom when we go to coffee. Have a good practice. XOXO.
I grabbed my shirt. People had signedit? Wow. I texted my thanks.
Steven drove me back to the hotel. I checked my phone. The Aunties already had breakfast and were by the pool, drinks in hand.
“Thank you for everything. I had a great time. Have fun at practice.” I gave him a kiss and then I got out of the car and went into the hotel.
Up at the hotel room, I changed into a swimsuit and then went back down to join the Aunties.
