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Then he brings his right hand to his face, thumb pointed at his bearded chin, all other fingers fanned out and upward, then he rolls them across his face in a clockwise motion ending at his chin again.
‘Beautiful?’ I ask.
He makes a universal sign shaking his open hand side to side: ‘Almost right.'
“Beauty,” he says.
And sure enough, the sign does mean‘Beauty’as well.
So…‘Little Beauty? That’s my nickname?’I ask, my heart going all stupid over this.
Carson nods, smiling, and I suddenly don’t even know what to do with myself, let alone what to tell him.
I’m so touched I can’t honestly form a thought for a long moment, my eyes filling with tears again.
After a few seconds have gone by, I walk past him and straight for his phone, then stretch my arm, holding it up high in front of his handsome face to unlock it so I can write.
“You are amazing. That was incredibly sweet of you.”
I show him the phone, and he smiles big, pretending to puff up a bit.
I giggle. Then I go back to tap on my screen.
“And that’s a very nice nickname, thank you. Now I wish I had chosen one that was less bitchy for you.”
He shakes his head, takes his phone from my hand, and starts writing.
“No, I think it’s perfect. We go together… Little Beauty and Big Grumpy… like that Disney cartoon movie with the dancing cups. What’s it called?”
I laugh outright and type:
“Beauty and the Beast?”
Carson looks at the screen, then chuckles. “That’s the one.”
I shake my head, still laughing.
“Yeah, I can see that… I mean, I'm no Princess Belle, but you can totally be The Beast.”
He shakes his head and takes his phone back.
“You are right, Mia. Belle was cute… you are so much more than simply cute. You are beautiful and fucking hot. I wouldn’t want to put her on my cock. You, on the other hand… yeah, you can’t be Belle at all. I’m still going to call you Little Beauty, though. And I’m still going to be The Beast. Starting now.”
A hot shiver rushes through me as I read, my legs almost giving out on me just from his words, to say nothing of the way his eyes are devouring me.
How did this get so dirty so fast? Weren’t we talking about cartoons?
Before I can sign or say anything, he walks up to me, his long legs doing away with the little distance between us in a single stride.
I slide one hand up to his chest and hold it at the center, our eyes locking, saying so much without a single word or sign.
“Mia?”
I can’t hear his voice when he calls my name, but he’s so close I can feel the vibration in his chest against the palm of my hand when he does.
‘What?’I ask, my eyes still willing prisoners of his possessive gaze.
“I want my kiss. Now,” he says slowly, and then his hands are on my hips, pulling me fully into his arms.
