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He takes his phone from his right front pocket and, I notice that the bulge in the front of his pants is still there. Not like any of that matters because I will be celibate for the rest of my life. Just an observation, that’s all. Just kind of hard to miss.
He starts typing and scrolling, looking way too invested in such a dumb argument. He looks down at me with a triumphant smirk. “See, right here, A sprite is a supernatural entity in European mythology. They are often depicted as fairy-like creatures or as an ethereal entity.”
I roll my eyes heavenward. “It just stated that it’s a ghost fairy.”
“It is not.”
I hold out my hand. “Gimme. Let me see that.”
He gives me a reluctant look before handing over his phone. I barely hold in my shiver when our fingers touch. I scroll through the search and give him a droll look. “A sprite refers to afaerie”(I make sure to look directly at him for that one)“of pleasing appearance who is older than a fae and who is to be admired for ease and lightness of movement.” I give him a smug smile as I give back his phone. “Like I said, they’re the same thing.”
He takes his phone back and continues to look around. “It still fits for you. It says right here that they resembled tiny, elven-featured fey and were about two feet tall.”
I tilt my head. “Did you just call me short?”
“Darlin’, don’t even act offended, I’m pretty sure there’s children taller than you.” This mother….
“I am not short.” I growl. “You’re just freakishly tall.”
He gives me a smirk that does nothing to abate my anger, only make my stomach clench which pisses me off even more. “How tall are you? Are you even above four feet?” He chuckles.
I cross my arms over my chest and huff. “I’m four eleven and a half thank you very much.”
His eyes get comically large. “Are you actually a dwarf?” He asks so slowly.
My eyes get all squinty. “No,” I hiss, “a dwarf is anyone under four feet ten inches. I’m one and a half inches above it.”
“Were you wearing shoes with heels on them when you were measured?”
“I’m beginning to see why Edge complains about you so much.”
He scoffs. “Please, that fool complains about everything. I’d die of shock if he went a whole day without complaining about something. Hell, it would probably kill him to do it, ending both of us.”
He has a point, not that I’ll ever let him know that I agree, pride and all that. “How about we just agree to disagree on this whole thing. It’s wasted enough time that I needed to use to shop.” My smile might be slightly feral but, so be it. This is the closest I’ve felt to my old self in years and, I’m enjoying every second. I’m sure reality will bitch slap me once again and soon.
“Whatever you say, Sprite.” He gives me a big toothy smile. A smile filled with straight white teeth. For the love of all that’s holy and unholy, couldn’t he at least have messed up teeth or something?
We make our way from my apartment and down to the parking lot. Since it’s so early, it’s not hard to realize which truck is his, considering it’s the only one in the lot. I eye it warily while walking to the passenger side. The thing is freaking massive. I mean, I suppose for someone his size, it’s needed, but holy hell, I won’t need a step stool, I’m going to need an actual ladder to get into it.
We both stop by the door as he hits the unlock button and opens it for me. I would appreciate how gentlemanly the gesture is, if it weren’t for the fact I’m still pondering how to get myself into it. The thing doesn’t even have those long boards on the sides to help.
I look up at him with a frown. “I’m not sure this is going to work.”
He glances at me and then his monstrous truck and back again. He rubs his beard lightly, making me suddenly curious if it’s scratchy or soft. “Yeah, sorry, Sprite, I didn’t really factor in your miniature stature when I droveBlack Beautyhere this morning.”
I blink rapidly and slowly, in a low voice ask, “You named your truckBlack Beauty?” I just need to make sure that I heard him correctly and am not suddenly hallucinating.
He gives me a smile. “Of course, she’s black and she is a beauty.” He says while caressing the side of his truck. Making me wish it was me he was caressing like that.
No! Dammit, Cadence, get yourself together! Men are bad and only cause pain and suffering. Never, ever again, no matter how sweet and downright sexy he is. He is a man and off limits for eternity.
“Huh.” I scratch the side of my head and clear my throat. More from my thoughts, but he doesn’t need to know that. “So that’s really something men do. Name their vehicles?”
“Yup.” He gives me an indecipherable look. “So, how you wanna do this?” He crosses his massive arms across his chest. If any other man did that while standing so close to me, I would go running in fear. I don’t know when my body decided that he was no longer a threat but, I kind of need it to go back to that. These other feelings he has stirring are completely unacceptable.
I shake my head to get rid of the daydreams that him standing like that have conjured. I would almost swear he knows what he’s doing to me and keeps doing things like this on purpose. I mentally snort knowing damn well he would never see someone as damaged as me as anything other than a charity case.
Annnnd there’s that bitch slap I knew was coming. Nothing like the icy fingers of reality to cool down any wayward thoughts.
