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He leaned closer. “Sorry, it’s a little loud in here. Did you say handy or handsy?”
“Are you handsy? Is this how you know so much about my rug?”
“I noticed you didn’t reveal the true history about your rug until after I had my hands all over it.”
Luna choked on a laugh. “You wish you were that lucky. You barely touched it. In the meantime, I gave it a deep clean and have been immersing myself in the soft luxury of my rug all by myself and it’s been amazing.”
“It can’t possibly be that satisfying.”
She slid him a wry glance. “Oh, it definitely is. You have no idea how good it feels. Sometimes I have to stop myself from groaning in pleasure when I sink my fingers into it, especially when I remember you’re right below me. I don’t want to make you jealous since you’re unlikely to ever experience my rug for yourself.”
Sam’s Adam apple bobbed in a swallow. “I can’t remember. Am I the handsy one or are you?”
“I never said you were handsy. I saidhandy. I was just wondering if you can make anything like this?” She nodded in the direction of the elaborate wooden fireplace mantel.
“Are you getting more ideas?”
“Maybe. I’d love an apartment with a cozy fireplace.”
“You have that rug. What do you need a fireplace for? Besides, I’m not sure how that would work in an apartment. But to answer your question, I’m not able to hand carve elaborate designs out of wood, but I’m okay building basic things, especially if I have specs. I don’t really do it too much though, before you let your imagination run wild all over your rug.”
Luna pushed her lip into a pout, enjoying how much he took from her, as though he’d take anything she gave him. “Why are you always ruining my fun?”
“I’m not sure you really understand what my job is. I’m not supposed to be your personal contractor. Do you think I’m looking for extra projects?”
“What are you looking for?”
His amused expression melted away as he took in her face. “I’m not sure.”
“Well, if you don’t know, I don’t know how you can expect me to.”
Those brown eyes locked on to hers and they were full of seriousness, tinged in sadness. For the first time, she wished there was a way to smooth away his unseen pain, as if it was as easy as using her fingers to massage his brow into a more carefree expression. This wasn’t like her at all, not normally. She’d never described herself as touchy-feely. But there was something deep and hidden inside him and she could almost sense it reaching out to her.
Luna broke eye contact, searching instead for Mia and Ross. They were nowhere to be found. “Dammit. Looks like I’ve been abandoned once again. Story of my life.”
“Do you need to find them?” he asked.
She returned her focus to him, pondering his question. She hadn’t been having a blast before Sam converged on their path. Things got more interesting when he was around, and she didn’t see any harm in it. Why not? Her heart raced at the thought of doing something a little reckless. She couldn’t be good all the time. “They can text me if they’re looking for me. I’d love to go on a few rides, maybe play some games. Are you interested?”
A warm smile kicked up the edges of his lips, completely transforming his face into something more light and boyish. He didn’t have the suave handsomeness of Viggo but Sam’s smile tugged on something in her chest. It was as though this simple expression unlocked another layer of attractiveness, taking her by complete surprise, one she didn’t even know was there. Her breath snagged within her lungs on this unexpected gleam of sunshine.
“Sure,” he said.
*
“I don’t thinkit’s possible to win one of those giant bears.”
“You were the one who was convinced that your high school baseball career was somehow an advantage to beating a rigged game.” Although, she hadn’t minded watching him try and fail. His lean body was surprisingly graceful in his attempts to impress her, and she’d never laughed so hard in her life.
“If the games were fair, we’d be sitting on a mountain of giant bears,” Sam said.
“What’s your obsession with these bears? I’d have to lug that thing home, and it’d take up half my apartment. No, thanks. Besides, I have Mister Mustache, which I won on my own. I’m quite happy with it.” She brandished a tiny plush, mustached hot dog toy she earned after going head-to-head against Sam at the Basketball Shot booth.
“Okay, in my defense, my hoop was right next to the speaker and it was distracting with the carnival worker blasting cutting insults directly into my ear.”
“There wasn’t a speaker next to you at the ring toss. In fact, the kid working that booth was too busy looking at his phone to even pay attention to us.”
“My wrist is still sore after having to paint someone’s cabinets. I think it affected my ring-tossing abilities.”
