“I’ve been doing that since we bought the place. I just don’t talk about it because to other people it’s boring.”
“I don’t think it’s boring.”
Deadpanning, I say, “Youhatemath.”
“Yeah, but not when you talk about it.”
“You wanna hear about bookkeeping, cash flow, and budgeting? That’s not even half of what I’ll be handling. Do you find tax filing sexy?” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Because in that case, I can show you.”
“If you wanna win my heart over, then yes, I’d love to hear about your tax filing.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
August picks at the last of his food in his bowl. “I forget how delicious simple mac and cheese can be.”
He's sitting next to me, my back pressed against the couch's armrest, my legs crossed. I set my finished bowl down on the coffee table and place my hands in my lap.
"Don't get me wrong," he continues, "loading up mac and cheese with chicken or truffles is great, but this." He points to his empty bowl with his fork. "Incredible. Chefs kiss."
I laugh. "It's just mac and cheese."
He sits back, the cushion giving way to his bulky frame, and exhales, patting his stomach. I forget he and Ellie do the same stomach patting thing after they eat. It's kind of adorable.
“Thanks again for coming with me to see my parents. I know you didn't have to.”
"It's fine. I wanted to check in on them anyway. I haven't stopped by lately."
"Yeah, me neither."
Surprised by his answer, I ask, "When was the last time you saw your dad?"
"Last week." He brushes his hand through his amber hair, strands fall near his temple, and he rubs his neck.
"You need to see him more," I say with a gentle tone.
"I know." He looks at me. "I've just been trying to keep the store afloat."
“Well, now it is thanks to me.” I nudge my knee into his leg.
August lets out a relieved breath with a smirk. Goosebumps run up and down my arms. His hand goes to my knee, and his thumb strokes it. I swallow my nerves.
“I’m happy I can get you to smile.” August says.
“You don’t think I smile enough?” I cock an eyebrow.
“I mean that it’smewho’s making you smile.” He peers at my lips. “I haven’t been able to get one out of you for a very long time. I’ve missed it.”
I think he’s the one person who can get me to smile any time of day, no matter the mood I’m in. He’s naturally funny. At least to me. Sometimes, everyone else thinks his jokes are corny.
“Your cheeks are my favorite. I like when they blush every time you talk to me.” He winks.
“Oh, so not my pretty eyes.” I bat my lashes.
The corner of his lip lifts, and a spark of amusement glows in his eyes. "I have a secret list of all my favorite things about you.”
I force myself not to cover my face. I won’t deny that he’s the only guy to ever make me blush. He has that effect on me. Whether that be from a compliment or because I did something silly in front of him, he still made me feel attractive.
Like when I threw up on him after riding a rollercoaster before I ate cotton candy within five seconds due to a bet. He didn’t make me feel bad about it despite my begging him to let me buy him a new shirt.
