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“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He pushes his pelvis farther into me. “Bunny.”
Bunny?
He hasn’t called me that since it accidentally burst out of his mouth on the Ferris wheel.
I don’t understand it. He didn’t act like that for weeks upon weeks.
What’s the sudden change of heart?
I search between his piercing gaze, “How was your trip?”
“Are you changing the subject?” he bites the edge of his mouth, seeming amused.
Furrowing my brows, I reply, “Are you? Mister Expert.”
“My trip was good.” Jaw ticking, he brushes his fingers on my hand. “But looking at you through the cameras was better.”
My eyebrows rise on their own, “It sounds likeyouarea stalker.”
“You knew I was looking through the cameras.”
“I assumed you would occasionally,” I pronounce every syllable.
“Not when I have a precious girl in my house.”
Why hearing him calling me a precious girl in his deep raspy tone is infuriating and panties melting?
“I had Scar, I’m pretty sure he would scratch anyone who dares to hurt me. Besides, he was the only one who stayed.”
“Oh, so you’re angry I left?” he says in a light tone, humorous even, but his attentive stare tells me he’s serious.
I was.
Mostly disappointed.
And I had to leave it behind me.
“No. I’m happy for you.” A jolt of acceptance climbs up my body. “It seems like you’re at peace.”
“I am.”
“Good.” I go to retrieve my bag since we are done for today.
He scrolls through his phone as he clears his desk. “I’m posting your last design and tagging you in my account, it’s gorgeous.”
Our eyes keep encountering from across the room andhisslash through my cornea, washing my tides with his brilliant ocean.
The door of the shop opens and a lady about Dean’s age saunters in. Her classy look with a tad hippy vibe makes me grin.
She fixes the gingery bandana wrapped around her brown coiled hair that is tucked upward. Rocking those knee-vintage boots and the long-sleeved, tight emerald dress showcasing her toned lean figure.
“Dean!” Her vibrant voice booms in our vacant shop.
“Beth, it’s good seeing you.” He doesn’t even turn from his desk when he replies to her in a knowing tone.
Seems like they know each other.
“I just came here to check in with you. Are we still up this afternoon?” Those words suck the oxygen from my lungs along with one perpetual skip of my heartbeat.
