Page 15 of Cookies and Cream


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Not to mention it is still February in Northern Washington. Anything that exposes a lot of skin seems like a very bad idea. Ultimately, I decided to just dress in a sweater and a pair of jeans, and made sure to put some extra effort in my hair and make-up, this being as nice as I could dress up for such short notice.

Despite him being so head over heels for me, I don’t want to risk it. I want him pretty bad, and while I’m less inclined to throw the L word around, I can’t exactly deny that it might be what I'm feeling too.

My memory flashes back to our tryst. How intense his touch was, the intense pleasure I felt, and more importantly? How it made me feel. It’s not just the sex, it’s that he looked at me like I’m some sort of angel sent from heaven, blessing him with my presence. That he makes me feel important, wanted, and... well...

Loved.

It makes me feel a way I never felt before, and I can’t possibly deny it.

Love at first sight is definitely the thing of fairy tales, but if fiction can sometimes become reality, why can’t those childish stories work the same way?

I head back down stairs, and Grandma looks my way. “Well well, I haven’t seen you dolled up this much since... well.. Forever.”

“This isn’t a date I want to botch, Grandma.”

“I can tell. Would love to see what you could do with time to prepare. Never let any man tell you you aren’t beautiful, Red.”

I smile. “I think the only man whose opinion I care about has told me I’m beautiful multiple times already.”

She chuckles. “This Hood has worked some magic on you, hasn’t he?”

I pace about, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m thinking, Grandma, that maybe he’s not the only one with sudden, intense feelings for someone he just met.”

“You too, huh?”

I nod.

“Well, as we talked about earlier, I can’t stop you, dear. I can only wish you the best. And hope that I raised you right after your mother passed. “

I go to her, and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight. “You did. You absolutely did. Just sometimes weird things happen. Good, weird things.”

“Like meeting mountain men you fall in love with?”

“With how quickly things are going now, Grandma, I wouldn’t be surprised if by this time tomorrow, I’m engaged.”

“Oho,” she laughs. “Well, I can take solace at least that he’s not a man afraid of commitment.”

“I guess he just knows what he likes when he sees it, and wants to make sure he gets a ring on it before it’s too late.”

I speak like I have other offers in wait. Or that I would even remotely consider them.

The more I think about it?

The more obvious it is that Hood is the one for me.

9

HOOD

A fresh shower,a little grooming, and a stop by the Chinese place, and I’m roaring up toward Red’s grandmother’s cabin.

But I have to admit that Ansel’s words got in my head a bit.

I thought she was just some girl from out of town. A writer herself, but not one of particularly fancy breeding or whatever. I didn’t know that she was the heir to some famous author’s millions of dollars.

I wanted her before I knew about her money, but that doesn’t change the fact I’m not the kind of guy you take home to dinner in high society, for whatever that means these days. I stick out like a sore thumb if I’m standing next to a bunch of fancy schmucks in top hats and monocles.

I expect to walk in to meet her grandmother, who will look me up and down and then, in a British accent, say ‘begone with you’.

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