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If I wasn’t so enthralled, I might be terrified of her.
“Finn, you’re here.” She blushed as she pushed open the screen door to let me inside.
That blush was perfect on her pale skin. She hadn’t blushed in Rain’s shop when she’d been working. I wanted to know what had her blushing now. I didn’t ask, because I didn’t want to take the risk of embarrassing her.
I stepped over the threshold and very gently pushed her aside so I could close the door and lock it. “Why wouldn’t I be here? Were you expecting me to bail on you or something?”
I closed my mouth before I could slip up and call her baby, which almost slipped right out of me.
She bit her bottom lip and shrugged sheepishly. “No, I knew you’d be here. It’s just that, well… I’ve never really had a friend over before, so I didn’t know exactly what to, uhh, expect, is all.”
If possible, her blush got deeper, darker, and the urge to grab her so I could kiss her hit me like a fucking freight train. It was only the fact one of my hands was full of beer and pizza that made it so I kept my damn hands to myself and off of her. It’d take both hands for what I wanted to do to her.
Jesus Christ, I’d just gotten here, and she already had me feeling like a creepy pervert.
The smart thing to do would be to leave, but I didn’t think it was possible for me to do that.
She was like a fucking drug, and I was all about signing up to become her junkie.
She took the pizza boxes from me and carried them over to the coffee table in front of the couch in the living room. She dumped the boxes onto the table and plopped down onto the couch with ease.
I stared at all the other shit covering the table, and something close to unease filled me up inside. The amount of girlie crap covering that table made me want to check to make sure my balls were still there.
She said she’d never had a friend here before, and I got why that made her nervous. I was just as nervous about spending time with her, but I was working really hard not to show it.
I put the beer down on the only available space on the table. “I got us a meat lovers pizza with cheesy breadsticks and every kind of dipping sauce they had.” I informed her as I gestured down at the boxes. “I usually go for black olives, onions, and peppers on top of my meat and cheese, but I didn’t know how much you can eat. I wasn’t sure if I could go half and half with you or if we each needed our own pizza, so I figured we’d see how much you can put away this time so that I know what to get us for next time. I got the cheesy breadsticks because they are one of my weaknesses, and I’m hoping they’ll be one of yours too, because if I have to eat them all by myself on top of the pizza, there’s a chance I’ll puke.”
I had never rambled on nervously before, but I was doing it now. I shut my dumb fucking mouth and sat my ass down next to her on the couch. But not too close.
“I’ll get us some plates and napkins.” She jumped up and sprinted toward the kitchen.
Hmm…
She seemed totally nervous around me, and maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, but I hoped it wasn’t all about just never having friends over before. I hoped it was just about being here withme.That thought actually made me feel better and a whole lot more relaxed in her company.
I got busy with opening the boxes and arranging all the sauce packets just so. She came back and handed me a plate with a napkin neatly folded on top of it before sitting back down beside me.
I watched her as she filled her plate up with slices of pizza and cheesy bread. She took one of every kind of sauce and opened them up. She side-eyed me skeptically as she slid the sauces closer to where she was.
Message received. Get my own because she wasn’t sharing. I found this quirk of hers quite adorable.
I loaded up my own plate and opened up my very own packets of sauce. To be fair, the thought of someone double dipping disgusted me, so I didn’t really want to share with anyone either.
“You want a beer?” I asked as I pulled a bottle out of the six pack. I twisted off the cap and held it out to her.
Her nose scrunched up adorably as she shook her head in the negative. “No, thank you. I’ve yet to find a beer that I actually like. I’ve got wine and Pucker for doing shots.”
Pucker for shots. Yeah, she was definitely adorable.
I tipped my head toward the large flat screen mounted to the wall. “Are we going to watch something tonight? Do you already have something picked out?”
I hoped like hell she wasn’t going to make us sit here and force conversation. There was no telling what might come out of my mouth, and the very last thing I wanted her to think was how crazy I was. It was too soon for her to find out.
She eyed me skeptically while shoving her pizza in her mouth and taking a huge bite. I loved that she wasn’t afraid to be real and eat in front of me. Having only dated and slept with men, I never had to worry about anything like that before, but I remembered one of my sisters saying the coven that had been trying to court her at the time kept trying to feed her these huge meals and she always felt too self-conscious to want to eat it in front of them.
I never understood that shit. We all needed food to survive, so why not enjoy it?
I should have known with how demanding she’d been in her texts about the toppings and sauce that she was like me, a person who enjoyed the food they put in their mouth, and she wasn’t afraid to show it.
