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“Haven’t seen it.”
He nodded at my nose. “Lie. But that’s how I’m imagining them in my head. Four-foot nothing, massive bald heads, scrawny bodies. But with little devil horns added.”
“That’s… aggressively inaccurate.”
“Is that your type?”
“Are scrawny blue aliens my type?”
“Yes. Is it the idea of an extraterrestrial being with blue, hairless skin and tiny horns that turns you on? Or do they have to be holding a cinnamon roll for it to work?”
A chortle escaped that time.Damn it.
“I’m just trying to understand where the cinnamon roll thing comes into…play,” he went on, leaning in a little more. “Do they feed it to you? Eat it off you? Do they unravel it and then try to tie you up with it?”
Jesus Christ. “How weirded out would you be if I said yes to all that?”
One dimple. “We all have our kinks. I’m not one to judge.”
Heat licked at my stomach, thickened the air around us.
Two dimples. “You’re blushing, Sanchez.”
“Do you hear how much you actually say my name?”
“I can switch it up if you’d like, Ria.”
Swoop, swoosh, tingle. “How about we just put a ban on names altogether?”
He clicked his tongue. “No.”
“How would you like it if—”
I started at the sound of someone clearing their throat.
“Sorry,” Anthony whispered quietly. “You were so engrossed in your conversation, I didn’t want to interrupt. I brought drinks, and the pizza will be here in around forty minutes. I’ll leave you alone until then.”
There were two crystal tumblers filled with amber liquid, ice, and curved orange peels sitting on the table in front of us.
“Uh—thank you,” I said quietly. My head felt a little fuzzy. “That’s very sweet. You’re free to join us if you’d…”
But he was shaking his head. “I’ll let you have your space. I’m more than happy to catch up with my wife for now.” He left with a friendly wink and knowing smile, and when the patio door slid shut, my heart bounced.
Suddenly I was very,veryaware of how close Adrien and I were sitting. Of how his arm had curled around the backrest of the couch, his hand grazing my shoulder. Of how he hadn’t taken his eyes off me once since his dad had walked out here.
I leaned forward and grabbed one of the tumblers off the table, making sure to scooch a few inches away from Adrien in the process.
He leaned over, grabbed his glass, and scooched a few inches closer to me in the process.
I took a sip, gaze glued to my lap.
He took a sip, gaze glued to my face.
“Sorry,” he eventually said, amusement tilting his deep voice. “I didn’t hear him come out over the deafening sound of all the chemistry we don’t have.”
20
“Just because weargue doesn’t mean we have chemistry,” I told Adrien.
