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the driver where to go and adds, “I don’t need you to save me, Kip.”
I grit my teeth and go to punch the back of the passenger seat but stop myself, running my hands through my hair instead. I’m heated, I’m being crazy. I need to calm down before I chase this girl away for good.
I have to get close to her, and this isn’t the way to do it.
I exhale a long, steady breath and turn to face her, but she just keeps staring out the window. “Hey.” I reach over and put my hand on her leg. “Listen, I’m sorry.”
She smacks my hand away. “Whatever.”
“Shit Skyler,” I say. “I don’t know what you want from me. I’m into you, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t sit back and let some Abercrombie model wannabe molest you. Next time I’ll back off. Just, come on, I don’t want to end the night like this. Come home with me.”
“Are you serious?” she asks, turning to face me with a disgusted look.
“Not like that,” I clarify, holding my hands up in surrender. “It’s almost four in the morning and I know you’ve got to be hungry. Let me make us breakfast.”
She rolls her eyes and turns back toward the window. I scoot a little closer and rest my chin on her shoulder. “I make killer chocolate chip waffles.”
Skyler doesn’t budge, but I see that smile starting to work in my favor again.
“I’ll strip down to my boxers and wear an apron for you.”
She purses her lips together, fighting the smile.
I lean in closer and whisper in her ear, “What if I told you I had bacon?”
She breaks down and laughs, pushing me off her and shaking her head. “You’re the biggest nerd, you know that?”
I shrug. “I’ve been called worse. So, waffles and bacon? Please? I promise to keep my hands to myself and you can punch me if I start to annoy you.”
She sighs. “Fine. But only because I love bacon.”
I smile. “Who doesn’t?”
Skyler cuts into her first waffle with the side of her fork. It makes a little scraping sound against her plate as she dissects, her face so concentrated you would think she was performing surgery. She lifts a small morsel to her mouth and I watch her chew, waiting.
Her brows shoot up. “Okay, I was wrong. These are delicious.”
“Wait a second.” I cough, taking a sip of my orange juice. “Did you just say you were wrong ? Shit, what time is it? What’s today’s date?” I jump up and grab the magnet notepad on my fridge and a pen off the counter. “I need to write this down.”
She smiles and takes another bite. “Asshole.”
I laugh a little and munch on a strip of bacon, still watching her. Even though it’s after six in the morning and she’s been up all night, she doesn’t look the least bit tired. If anything, I’d say she’s on a high – her eyes wide, the smile that was refusing to show earlier now cemented on her face. I wish it was me behind her happiness, but the girl just won ten thousand dollars. I don’t think I can compete with that.
“You were amazing to watch tonight,” I say, picking my fork back up.
She shrugs, still smiling. “It wasn’t a big game, I was expecting more players – more competition. They were novices, at best.”
“I think you’re being modest,” I say, watching as her tongue darts out and runs across her bottom lip, catching runaway syrup in its wake. God, this girl is killing me tonight. First a poker game and now waffles. I should start a list.
Strange Situations That Have Turned Me On .
Bizarre Every Day Things That Skyler Makes Sexy.
I’ll work on the title later.
“I have a question though.”
Skyler finishes the last of her waffle and picks up a strip of bacon, sliding it around on her plate to coat it in syrup. “I might have an answer,” she says, leaning back in her chair and taking a bite. Her eyes roll back and she exhales heavily. “Oh my God , I love bacon.”
Damn, what I wouldn’t give to hear her say she loves something else in that same way.
Focus, Kip. Poker.
I grit my teeth and go to punch the back of the passenger seat but stop myself, running my hands through my hair instead. I’m heated, I’m being crazy. I need to calm down before I chase this girl away for good.
I have to get close to her, and this isn’t the way to do it.
I exhale a long, steady breath and turn to face her, but she just keeps staring out the window. “Hey.” I reach over and put my hand on her leg. “Listen, I’m sorry.”
She smacks my hand away. “Whatever.”
“Shit Skyler,” I say. “I don’t know what you want from me. I’m into you, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t sit back and let some Abercrombie model wannabe molest you. Next time I’ll back off. Just, come on, I don’t want to end the night like this. Come home with me.”
“Are you serious?” she asks, turning to face me with a disgusted look.
“Not like that,” I clarify, holding my hands up in surrender. “It’s almost four in the morning and I know you’ve got to be hungry. Let me make us breakfast.”
She rolls her eyes and turns back toward the window. I scoot a little closer and rest my chin on her shoulder. “I make killer chocolate chip waffles.”
Skyler doesn’t budge, but I see that smile starting to work in my favor again.
“I’ll strip down to my boxers and wear an apron for you.”
She purses her lips together, fighting the smile.
I lean in closer and whisper in her ear, “What if I told you I had bacon?”
She breaks down and laughs, pushing me off her and shaking her head. “You’re the biggest nerd, you know that?”
I shrug. “I’ve been called worse. So, waffles and bacon? Please? I promise to keep my hands to myself and you can punch me if I start to annoy you.”
She sighs. “Fine. But only because I love bacon.”
I smile. “Who doesn’t?”
Skyler cuts into her first waffle with the side of her fork. It makes a little scraping sound against her plate as she dissects, her face so concentrated you would think she was performing surgery. She lifts a small morsel to her mouth and I watch her chew, waiting.
Her brows shoot up. “Okay, I was wrong. These are delicious.”
“Wait a second.” I cough, taking a sip of my orange juice. “Did you just say you were wrong ? Shit, what time is it? What’s today’s date?” I jump up and grab the magnet notepad on my fridge and a pen off the counter. “I need to write this down.”
She smiles and takes another bite. “Asshole.”
I laugh a little and munch on a strip of bacon, still watching her. Even though it’s after six in the morning and she’s been up all night, she doesn’t look the least bit tired. If anything, I’d say she’s on a high – her eyes wide, the smile that was refusing to show earlier now cemented on her face. I wish it was me behind her happiness, but the girl just won ten thousand dollars. I don’t think I can compete with that.
“You were amazing to watch tonight,” I say, picking my fork back up.
She shrugs, still smiling. “It wasn’t a big game, I was expecting more players – more competition. They were novices, at best.”
“I think you’re being modest,” I say, watching as her tongue darts out and runs across her bottom lip, catching runaway syrup in its wake. God, this girl is killing me tonight. First a poker game and now waffles. I should start a list.
Strange Situations That Have Turned Me On .
Bizarre Every Day Things That Skyler Makes Sexy.
I’ll work on the title later.
“I have a question though.”
Skyler finishes the last of her waffle and picks up a strip of bacon, sliding it around on her plate to coat it in syrup. “I might have an answer,” she says, leaning back in her chair and taking a bite. Her eyes roll back and she exhales heavily. “Oh my God , I love bacon.”
Damn, what I wouldn’t give to hear her say she loves something else in that same way.
Focus, Kip. Poker.
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