I inch back, putting breathing room between us. “I know exactly what is going to cheer you up.”
“You do? What?”
“Cookies.”
Chapter 5
We’re Definitely Just Friends
Eddie
We settle onto the couch with our drinks and a tray of cookies balanced between us.
Kiki holds up the remote with a grin. “I have Finding Nemo queued up, but I’m guessing you don’t want to watch that.”
Laughter floats up from my throat. “I’ve seen it about five hundred times, so that’s gonna be a hard no.”
She snorts and holds out the remote. “Do you want to pick something?”
I shake my head, leaning back into the cushions. “Nope. I trust you.”
“Famous last words,” she mutters, already scrolling. “Don’t complain when you hate it.”
“Just pick a movie, woman.”
I stretch my legs out, shifting a little to get comfortable, and she immediately gestures toward the coffee table. “Go ahead. Put your feet up.”
“You’re not gonna give me crap about that?”
She shakes her head. “It’s old furniture. It’s meant to belived on. You told me to be comfortable. Now I’m telling you the same.”
“In that case, who am I to say no?”
Her gaze drags down the length of my body, a smirk dancing on her mouth. “You’re all legs, aren’t you?”
“No, I’ve got a few other body parts in there too.”
Shit. Did not mean to say that.
But before I can backtrack, Kiki collapses into giggles. “Maybe us adults aren’t very good at playing together—” She freezes mid-sentence, clamping her hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, I did not mean it like that.”
“Uh-huh.” I shake my head, grinning like an idiot. “Find a movie before this turns into something seriously not G-rated.”
Kiki returns to scrolling through movies, but there’s no hiding the playfulness in her expression, or the teasing way she nibbles her fingertip as she searches.
As for me, I can’t take my eyes off her. I know it, she knows it, and neither of us is doing a damn thing to stop it.
She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and I have this sudden, ridiculous urge to push her against the cushion and claim that gorgeous mouth.
Goddamn that perfect, pouty lower lip. It’s going to be the death of me.
I’ve never felt like this before. Oh, I’ve felt lust and desire plenty of times, but not this strange cocktail of nerves and giddiness, like a teenager with his first crush.
Christ, I’ve never even kissed the woman, which only makes it worse because I know once I do that’s it.
I’m completely and utterly done for.
Kiki leans over, tapping her hand lightly against my leg. “Is this movie okay?”
