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Her fingers still glide around my eye. “I have to admit, it is easier having an eye for each of mine.”
“Exactly. I was getting a headache trying to take in all of you with just one eye.”
“But in a way, it may have developed into a super eye.”
“Ooh, that means I’m Cyclops.”
She goes wide-eyed. “Does that make me Jean Grey because, hello, I’d be so hot.”
I give her a sideways look. “Really? I don’t think you look right with red hair.”
“What? I dyed my hair Ariel red in high school, and you told me I looked good!”
“Oh, I lied,” I laugh and she glares. “You lo
oked terrible, but you were so excited, so I rode it out.”
“You bought me a fork!”
I nod. “Because it was funny to watch you comb your hair with it. Come on, Ally, it was funny!” I say since she is glaring even harder. “I feel like if you had the fork right now, you’d make me a pirate again,” I laugh, but she doesn’t think I’m funny. She’s so cute when she’s mad.
“You’d think right!”
“Can you stab this one? This one has had too much drama.”
She ignores my request. “I thought you loved my hair!” she yells, smacking my chest, and I gather her close in my arms.
“I loved it because you did,” I say simply, nipping at her nose. “For me, you’re perfect the way you are. Just you. Not like anyone else—only you.”
She curves her lips. “My stabbing feeling is subsiding.”
I grin as I kiss her top lip. “Good, I really wanted to take you to dinner tonight, but I don’t want to be on edge every time you grab your fork.”
Her grin grows. “While the thought of making you a pirate does arouse me more so than not, I have to admit, I love staring into your perfect gray eyes.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “It’s still a grayish red.”
She shrugs. “I was thinking that, but I wasn’t sure how to say it without sounding insensitive. So, I’m glad you admit it.”
I snort. “We are the weirdest people ever.”
“We are,” she says, nipping at my bottom lip. “But I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Agreed,” I say, and I capture her mouth once more, simultaneously cupping her ass in my palm. When I pull away, she lets out the hottest meep, making me hard everywhere. “So, dinner? And back to my place?”
Her eyes stay closed as she slides her nose along mine. “Yes, and maybe.”
“Maybe?” I ask. “I’m highly offended by that maybe.”
Her face breaks into a grin as she meets my confused gaze.
“Did I snore last time?”
“Asher, you stay snoring,” she reminds me with a shake of her head, and I give her a wide, forgive-me smile, but she ignores it. “It’s not that, I don’t mind it. I have a lot of resumes to send off tonight. It’s my deadline, and I have classes all day, then practice, and now dinner because I like food, and if you’re paying, I’m there—”
“You’re rambling,” I say, and then I notice she’s nervous. Shit, is she still not sure about me? We haven’t brought up our first date at all. It really doesn’t need to be discussed. I get it—feel something for her, or let her go. Not that she came out and said that, but I know she’s worried. I know she said she can be patient, but I also know she wants to know she is getting all that she deserves. I feel I am giving it to her and then some. I know I have my issues, but I do care for her very much. So much, and I hate that she’s being weird. “What’s up?”
She swallows hard. “I just have a lot to do, and I want to blow it all off for you.”
