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"What do you know about proper food," I said, my cheeks stained with heat. Though he probably ate healthier than most by the looks of his muscled and fit body. Still, I rarely had conversations with anyone, especially not beautiful men with crooked smiles and leather jackets.
"Fruits and vegetables." His smile grew. "Say broccoli or bananas."
"Bananas?" I wrinkled my nose. "Rotten devil food, if you ask me."
"You don't like bananas. Who says that?" A laugh rumbled in his chest, and my already warm body melted.
"Me, ugh, mushy and…" I mimicked eating the pulpy softness. "Gross."
He released a burst of laughter, and it caused my heart to twinge. "So no bananas, gotcha. Strawberries?" he asked.
I wondered why he stayed, though I wasn't complaining. "Allergic." I mocked sadness and dropped my lips into a pout of a pretend sulk. Where was all this coming from? We were heading into flirting territory, and I wasn't sure how to navigate the new environment.
"That's a tragedy," he stepped a little closer, his breath brushing my ear. "There is nothing sweeter than the plump juicy burst of the perfectly ripe berry." His brilliant eyes held mine, and my mouth dried. Quirking his lips at the corner, a twinkle flashed, and my stomach dipped with a wild flutter.
"Maybe we are being too specific," I stuttered a little breathlessly.
"Maybe. Let's go broader. Italian?"
"Mmm." I shrugged. "But I always think you can cook it at home. It seems silly to spend money on pasta and red sauce."
He gazed over me again, and the rest of the hospital ceased to exist. "Sensible and beautiful," he said, his voice rumbling from his chest.
"Don't mind everyone else waiting," an impatient voice cut in from behind, and I half-turned to take in a doctor in scrubs who proceeded to lean in between us and stab the buttons of the machine.
"I am so sorry." Instantly I stepped back, feeling the rush of space between where me and the gorgeous stranger had stood so close together.
I should have left. Casual flirting wasn't in my wheelhouse. But my feet were firmly rooted to the spot. Those blue eyes still watched me as three people squeezed in between us to get their candy. When everyone had gone, we automatically stepped back toe to toe.
It seemed he didn't want to leave either. "Would you like to have lunch with me?" he asked.
I stared at him open-mouthed.
"Would you like to have lunch with me?" he repeated, giving me his sideways smile again.
"Um." This had never happened before. This was new.
"Are you silent with disgusted surprise or pleasurable?" That crooked grin of his turned into a smolder.
"Um." I sounded like an idiot.
"Say you'll eat with me." His voice was equal parts wistful and eager.
Answer, damn you, Lux. Say thanks, but no thanks.I nodded up and down.
"I'm slightly worried this question might cause a longer delay, but have you ever ridden a motorcycle?"
As my heart kicked it up a notch, the words took a moment to slot into place. My face must have said it all because a rumble released from his broad chest.
A motorcycle, was he crazy? Mom would never let me do something as reckless as that. A motorcycle? Yikes.
The leather jacket over his broad torso started to make a lot more sense, considering the warm weather.
"Is that face a yes or a no?" He stepped closer to me, and I caught the scent of the leather as well as something mouthwatering. Cologne or body wash? I wasn't sure.
"I'm not sure what I'm saying yes or no to anymore."
His crooked grin was so fucking sexy.
