The wrapper slips.
“Nonono.” He fumbles, miraculously managing not to drop it.
I snicker.
He rolls his eyes and jams the corner of the packaging between his teeth. They’re nice teeth. Straight and white with slightly pointed canines that tend to catch his bottom lip whenever he’s lost in thought.
Elegant, pale fingers peel back the foil so he can take a small bite. His jaw flexes as he chews, sharp Adam’s apple rolling with a swallow. All of him is sharp, but not in a violent way. More like a meticulously carved marble sculpture.
“What?”
I’ve been staring like a freaking creep. Snapping out of the weird haze, I hook my thumbs through my backpack straps. “I happen to have two free hands. I could’ve opened it for you.”
Grey eyes twinkle with mischief.
A strange tingling sensation erupts through me.
Clutching the rice crispy to his chest, he bats his lashes. “Really? You’d do that for me, my knight in shining armor?”
This dick.
I shake my head, chuckling, “Idiot,” and bump his shoulder. He stumbles off the sidewalk with a curse.
“Not very chivalrous, Sir Remington.”
“Ooor, here me out,” I drawl, circling his left side to lean into his ear. He sucks in a sharp breath. I whisper, “You’re being abrat, Prince Winston.”
Then I steal the rice crispy and take off.
“I'm revoking your title!” he howls. I spin around, grinning so hard my cheeks hurt as I jog backward.
“Aww is the Princeling upset I stole his snack?”
With a growl, he charges, violin case swinging. I catch it before it smacks my hip and push the rice crispy into his open snarl.
His eyes bulge.
Then the corners of his lips curve up.
He looks fuckingridiculous.
We crack at the same time, cackling and shoving and bickering the rest of the walk back to my house. Ditching our sneakers at the door, we raid the kitchen pantry before Ma gets back from work and hurry to my room with our haul to study for tomorrow’s chem test.
And at first, we do... but after the second round of practicing metric conversions and reviewing chemical compounds, we lose focus. I’m honestly surprised we got that much accomplished since one of Win’s favorite bands released a new EP today. Unfortunately, one ofmyfavorite artists released one too. For some ungodly reason, I agreed to let him listen to his first.
“Just one more song,” he begs. It might’ve worked if it wasn't the third time.
“It’s my turn,” I whine, rolling over to snatch the phone from him. He extends his arm over the edge of the bed, grinning like an asshole. I pop up on an elbow, reaching across him, fingertips barely grazing his slim wrist.
“Will you fucking hand it over you music hog?”
His chest vibrates beneath me with a laugh.
Stretching my arm further, I grunt, “Give. It.”
“You promised!”
“That was three songs ago!”
