While many girls would love that, Adeline isn’t one of them. She hates roses. They make her sneeze.
As if on cue, he holds them out, and she sniffles. Sneezing, she takes a step back. “Allergic,” she gets out before another sneeze overtakes her.
I chuckle, the sound catching her attention, and she glowers at me.
“I’ll take those.” Savannah plucks the bouquet from his hand and steps out of the shot the photographer is clearly trying to capture.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Scott says.
Adeline gives him a kind smile. “It was really sweet of you to bring them. But I’m kind of surprised to see you here.”
Slipping his hands into his pockets, he nods. “You mentioned you’d be traveling for the next two weeks, and I wanted to see you before you left. I tried to get tickets for yesterday’s game, only to discover they were sold out. I didn’t realize that would happen.”
I roll my eyes. It was our season opener. Does this guy know anything about Boston hockey? Our fans are ruthless and dedicated. There’s never an empty seat.
“That’s very sweet. Had I known, I would have gotten you a ticket. I kind of have a connection.”
He laughs like she’s said something funny when all she’s done is state the obvious.
Idiot.
The thought was supposed to stay inside my head, but when Adeline’s gaze cuts to mine again, I wonder if I’ve said it out loud.
I smirk.
“Maybe you can get me one in the future. After our second date.” He gives her a hopeful smile.
I hold my breath, my hands clenched into fists.Come on, Adeline. Tell him to take a hike.
“Oh. You want to go out. With me?” she stutters awkwardly. “Again?”
He steps closer. “I had a really good time the other night. I thought you had a good time too.”
Yeah, with me in the closet, buddy. Now back the fuck away from my girl.
Adeline gives him a smile I don’t recognize. It’s almost…shy.
What the hell? She doesn’t do shy. Why the fuck is she acting like that? Does she have a thing for him? No. She fucked me. And even though we can’t be more than friends right now, we’re going to figure it the fuck out.
She doesn’t know that, but she will.
Fuck.
What if she really likes him?
“I had a great time.” Her words are so soft I almost miss them.
Scott leans in, and I swear to god my throat closes. “I really want to kiss you,” he says, voice low, gaze roaming over her face.
Pain radiates through my chest. I’ll die if she kisses him. I’ll fucking die.
Adeline sets her hand against his chest, pushing him back a fraction. “I’d prefer it if our first kiss wasn’t in public.” Finally, she stands a little taller, her confidence returning. “I’m kind of at work.”
I blow out a relieved breath.
“Oh shit, sorry,” Scott mutters. “First the flowers, now this.”
Popping up on her toes, she presses a kiss to his cheek.
