She gags. “Don’t ever use that word again.”
“Why? Isnaughtytriggering for you?”
Her eyes roll to the ceiling. “Yes.”
I ponder a moment, then benevolently correct myself, “I’ve been a bad boy.”
“Somehow, that’s worse.” She stabs her macaroni, stuffing a bite in her mouth, then delight overcomes her face—by way of manic smile.
My grumpy girl smiles like a lunatic or not at all.
Iloveit.
Joy just bursts from her, unbidden and unexpected andviolent.
It’s enough to soften the downturn of my lips when I say, “Do you want a bite of my chicken salad sandwich? It’s very moist.”
Delight banished, she spits, “Someone should kennel you, Kyran.”
“Your room or mine, mistress?”
Her nose scrunches up—again. “I do wish you wouldn’t ruin my meal. I worked hard for it.”
Yes, you did. I’m so proud of you. “I can go. I can ask for boxes when our waitress catches a break to bring us your scone. Or, if you don’t mind—” I begin to stand. “—you can bring my sandwiches home when you leave.”
“Sit down.”
Consider me sat.
As I stretch out again, my knee bumps hers, and she swallows, hard, gaze shooting down a moment before she continues eating like nothing’s amiss.
Leaving our legs mingling like fools in love, I lift my sandwich to my mouth and decide something very, very important about her POV chapter revealing how besotted she is.
Yeah.
It was twenty pages long, at least.
Chapter 3
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TV dinner for one.
Morana
It’s cold in my house now that Maelin lives with her husband in the Bachelor palace.
Given that we moved out here with the intention that Maelin would marry her fiancé at the time and live happily ever after in the lavish, safe utopia that is Sunset, West Virginia, I had no presumptions that I wouldn’t be on my own eventually.
I suppose, after things blew up with her ex, I tricked myself into assuming I could stay with her for a little while longer, though.
I never would have expected her to fall madly in love and be married within a few weeks.
I never expected thatourplace would becomemineso quickly.
I’d anticipated a transition period while helping to plan her wedding.At least.
Instead, I got one week ofI like him, one week ofI love him, and one week ofwe’re getting married. That’s it. The end. They practically eloped in their backyard, and then four giant men were carting all her things out of our house.
