“I had this whole plan to shadow you around the city?—”
“What?”
“You know you would have liked it.” I defended my stalker-y ways.
He flushed a beautiful crimson and,wooo-eee,did I like that.
“I do not like being stalked,” he insisted.
Little liar.“But, babe, location services are my love language.”
The expression in his gray eyes loosened, and those kissable lips separated with his indrawn breath. “They are?” he whispered, pitch going up a little at the end.
Unable to resist the impoverished but hopeful tone, I dragged him into my lap to cuddle him. It was virtually impossible not to.
A soft sound left his lips, and I pushed his head down against my chest.
“When it comes to you? Yes,” I replied, carding my fingers through his blond strands. “But if I’m stalking you, I can’t be beside you.” I threaded my other fingers through his. “I can’t hold your hand. Most people aren’t supposed to know I’m there, but you? I want you to know.”I want to be all over you even if I shouldn’t.
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed. “So why don’t you just do me a favor and tell me everything I need to know?”
“I thought you wanted to know about Tommy.”
“I do. For instance, did Tommy get you into drugs?”
His head popped up, eyes glinting with accusation and hurt. “You seriously think I’m an addict?”
“No,” I admitted. “But Kieran?—”
“Kieran thinks I’m an addict!” he wailed. Dropping his head into his hand, he rubbed his forehead. “Is that why he was being so weird about the pills earlier?”
“Kieran’s weird all the time. But yeah, he’s concerned.”
“Because I’m best friends with Haz. He thinks I’m goingto corrupt him.” Rett’s voice was flat as he swung his legs over the side of the couch and tried to stand from my lap.
We all know I couldn’t allow that.
“Let me go,” he deadpanned.
“I’d rather not.”
“Well, I’d rather everyone not think I’m a freaking drug addict!” he yelled and stomped on my bare foot. I howled, and he scrambled away. For someone so small, he had a good stomp on him.
I stood, wanting to ask the little hellion where he thought he was gonna go. There was nowhere to hide in this shoebox. Instead, I closed the distance between us, and he spun from the counter, holding a bowl.
“Stay where you are, or I’ll clobber you with his half-eaten bowl of soggy cereal.”
You know, that reminded me. I could go for a snack. “What kind?”
He seemed surprised I would ask. I mean, if he was gonna toss it at me, he could at least tell me what to expect.
“Raisin Bran,” he replied. “And Tommy’s saliva will be all overthat,” he threatened while gesturing to my bare chest.
Ewww. Hell no. “What the hell was he doing eating your cereal?” I bellowed. “And why the hell did you buy Raisin Bran?” There were so many better choices.
“It has fruit,” Rett said as though it were obvious.
