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Her auburn hair gleams as it bounces around her shoulders, I don't think I've ever seen it without a hair tie. Summer grass locks onto my face, and I see the frost. Well, Red had definitely got her here, but it’s my job to keep it that way.
Avery all but drags her to our booth, bouncing her way on heeled boots. Mia wears a mocha sweater the size of Texas which leaves so much to the imagination that I find my brain goes on vacation to her in my bed. Amy, my sister, wears this shit all the time, when I’m demanded home. I’ve seen her curves in those ass hugging jeans, and I’d been hoping for something as sexy… but then I don’t need Zac ogling her, so the sweater works.
As she steps closer to me, the balm shimmers, her lips asking for attention. I shift uncomfortably in the booth. Eating pancakes with a semi in public isn’t ideal.
"Avery wanted to come," she announces.
I grin, knowing full well that Avery is the one who has forced her to come. But I leave it, taking my small wins where I can. "Lucas will accommodate. I saved you a spot, sweetheart."
The blush that spreads along her cheeks gives me way too much encouragement. I affect her, she’s just too stubborn to admit it.
“My name is Mia. It should be easy to remember.” She laughs theatrically. “What am I saying? You probably struggle with name memory, what with bedding so many women.”
Kit coughs. Lucas is grinning like he’s won the lottery as Sawyer shifts uncomfortably.
I smirk. “I guess I need to get better with all those names.” I’m a cocky bastard, but she’s pushed a button. I hate that she has an opinion of me based on the shit floating around campus, or what’s been said on that bloody podcast.
I watch the decision war in her eyes as she assesses her spot in our booth. The whole place watches our booth, but my only focus is her. She shuffles towards me. Her brow quirks as she bites her lip.
Fuck.
Me.
My dick leaves the world of semis and strains against my jeans. Thank God I hadn’t put on my sweats!
"I need more room."
I smirk. "There’s plenty.” I move a little, just in case my dick jerks and she sees it.
"Pancakes?" Lucas asks Avery, leaning into her like he has to ask her over the noise.
It's still library quiet in here.
"Two, please."
"Two?" Lucas scoffs. "We don't eat anything less than ten in our booth."
"Ten?" Avery gasps as Mia giggles.
Longing hits me hard in the chest. Jesus. How do I make her giggle like that all day long?
"We don't burn fifteen million calories before breakfast. I'm sticking with two," Avery tells him, sniffing indignantly.
"Baby?" I ask, and I'm aware of the eyes that have darted my way. It's another nickname I’m trying out. She's so close it won'ttake much to lean down and claim her lips as mine. To tell the world, which is the whole crowd in Momma's, that I have dibs on her.
Dibs? Fuck me.
But it won’t hurt to let Zac know that I’m interested in her, so he can stay the fuck away.
“M.I.A.” Mia punches home each letter.
“Missing in action?” Lucas answers.
I watch her. The fire within the green holds me back from saying something more.
Mia rolls her eyes. “If you call me another endearment, I’m gone. Understood?”
“Crystal clear, swee…” I stop myself as I pick up the menu for something to do. I could recite the thing as we come here so often. “How many pancakes, M.I.A.?”
