I’m still looking at Lily when I ask. “What do you have in mind, then?”
Lily smiles widely, her hands come together and she rubs them excitedly. “I know just the thing.”
Luka chuckles, his eyes full of adoration for his girlfriend before he looks over to me and says, “You’re in trouble, man.”
I laugh, letting the rest of the tension from the conversation go. “Naw, I’ve got this one in the bag.”
I don’t realize just how famous those last words are about to become.
Chapter Seventeen
Millie
Rowan: Want to hang out tonight?
Istare at my lit-up screen for at least a full minute before answering him.
Me: You never answered my question…
Rowan: That’s because I would rather show you.
I chuckle to myself as I look at the clock. It’s almost eleven at night. I look down at my pj’s that are covered in pink iced donuts and giggle even more.
I’m sure he’s out celebrating his big win.
Yes, I looked it up.
No, I never cared before, but can you blame a girl?RowanPierce fascinates me in a lot of ways, including him being the reason for my newfound fascination with hockey.
I hold my phone up and snap a quick picture of me lying in bed, in my pj’s and all their donut glory. I only let myself look at it for a split second before sending it to him, not letting myself overanalyze if I look good or not.
Me: Not really dressed for going out…
Rowan: Are those donuts?
Me: Yes. You got a problem with that?
Rowan: No, I just have a sudden craving for a sweet treat…
His response leaves me stunned and a little breathless. I can’t tell if he’s flirting with me or not. I’ve never flirted with a boy before,is this what it’s like?Sexual innuendos that feel like more and have your core tightening with anticipation? Because that’s exactly what’s happening right now.
I roll onto my stomach, my knees bent and my feet up in the air. I’m trying to think of my response but before I can send it a picture comes through.
And Oh. My. Goodness.It’s Rowan Pierce in all of his fine,fineglory. His hair is swooped back off his face in long waves. It looks like he’s sitting in his car, but I can’t tell for sure because the background is pretty dark, but his eyes are still bright and piercing even in the dark. The green sucks me in and has my core clenching with desire.
Rowan: Don’t you want to see this face?
I’m too busy looking at his pretty face to respond so he sends another text.
Rowan: Do I have to beg? Because I will.
He sends another picture, this one just as appealing as the first. His bottom lip is puckered out like he’s pouting. A look that I didn’t know I would like on him, but I find I like it very,very much.
Rowan: Pretty please, Daredevil.
His please snaps me out of my daydream, one where Rowan Pierce shows me just how much he’s willing to beg.
Me: Put the lip away, dreamboat.
