The two women have become quick friends, and they share a love of cooking. The other day, Lily went home before me, and I found the two chatting away in the kitchen when I got back.
“Or we could just get married. Then you wouldn’t have to pay for me to cook for you.”
Lily has a teasing tone, but her words stop my movements.
I know she’s just joking, and marriage isn’t something I envision for myself quite yet, but the image of her in my apartment—more permanently—has crossed my mind, too many times to count ever since she got here.
“What kind of ring would you want?” I say, meeting her with the same teasing tone.
I’m also a little curious to know the answer. Lily enjoys good jewellery; she’s wearing rings and a gold necklace every day.
“Not giving you the answer to that one, Bennet. That is reserved for my true future husband,” she says, and the words “you’re looking at him” are at the tip of my tongue.
Wow. Getting ahead of yourself here, Bennet?
What happened to keeping the distance between us?
My self-control around her is close to zero.
Our flirtatious personalities get us into these situations. We both like to flirt, and it usually doesn’t mean too much.
But with our tension and connection, every interaction is sizzling.
We’re tiptoeing that fine line between friendship and something more, and the flirting is definitely blurring that line.
I steer our conversation to safer ground, talking about the game night I host for some of my teammates most weekends if our schedule isn’t too crazy.
Most nights, it’s me, Dean, Ian, and Fredrick, but sometimes, other guys will join as well.
I was planning on inviting her, so Dean beating me to it earlier today pissed me off.
His hands all across her didn’t sit well with me either. The fucker likes to mess with me now that he knows Lily is off limits to me. He uses every opportunity to do so, but I’m not worried.
I didn’t miss her checking out my abs when my shirt lifted.
Her attention was all on me, even if he had his arm around her.
When the kitchen is spotless again, the clock is nearing ten, meaning there will be no movie night tonight.
I shouldn’t be feeling this level of disappointment over that, but I am.
Our movie nights are always fun, and for each one, I find myself a little closer to her on that couch.
I follow Lily to the door, and like every night, I’m contemplating how to say goodnight to her, and she’s solving the issue like it’s not a big deal.
It probably isn’t, to her.
Maybe I’m the only one going insane here.
She gives me a quick kiss to the cheek, so fast I almost miss it before she goes out the door with a “Goodnight, Sebastian” thrown my way.
That small touch of her lips leaves me energetic as I stand here, my hand on my cheek, as if I’m checking if this just happened or if it’s my own imagination playing tricks on me.
Those lines I’ve been thinking about look a lot more like waves with no clear direction or boundaries.
Chapter 14
Lily
