door, Mama, speak to you soon!”
She almost ran to answer, as she knew who that someone was, and he had chocolate.
“Alice Arabella Vaughan! Don’t you think this conversation is…”
“Love youuu!” she sang away, cutting her off while opening the door.
Then, she lagged like a HP on Windows 10; the brain shut down.
Colt was wearing jeans and a t-shirt under a leather jacket. Like, seriously. Not even a shirt, or a blazer.
“Better have been talking to someone with a vagina,” he growled, before diving towards her lips.
Fuck.
The kiss was passionate, consummating and unfortunately, quick.
Way sooner than what was acceptable by her standards, he came up for air, pushing her away before saying: “We have a problem.”
•
Colt was distracted. For the first time since he’d hanged up, he wasn’t worried about the upcoming event; his mind wasn’t even focusing on Alice’s lame excuse of a PJ – the teeniest, tiniest shorts and a white t-shirt that might as well have been transparent, for what it hid of her nipples.
No; he was replaying her words.
Love you.
It hadn’t been sultry, sexy, or even remotely intimate – it sounded like a joke; but it bothered him all the same.
He couldn’t recall ever saying those words to anyone, even his parents, his brothers; let alone the women who’d shared his bed. They’d said it in the past and it had crept him out, because he hadn’t been even close to loving any of his eighteen girlfriends.
That’s usually when he started to keep his distance. Afterwards, he managed to get dumped pretty easily.
Would he have freaked out if Alice had been talking to him, rather than whomever she’d been on the phone with?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
“So?”
“Hm?”
“Does the mysterious called possess a vagina?”
“Definitely; I would know, I came out of it.”
Oh, her mom. He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding while following her to the kitchen.
Alice cooked – as in, from scratch. She didn’t do it everyday, but over the course of two weeks, they’d spent five nights at her place and there had been a homemade meal three times. It was comfort food – simple and delicious. The kind of stuff he hadn’t actually eaten since he’d left home for college over a dozen years ago; yeah, Tamsin and his mother fed him, but they were all for fancy stuff.
Right now, she was cutting some vegetables; quickly, too. Her ease with a knife was one of the million things about her that made him hard.
“Anyhow, what’s the problem?” she asked, dropping onions in a frying pan.
“ My mother. I may have failed to inform you that she wanted you around for brunch.”
Alice laughed out loud – it wasn’t one of those fake high pitched screeches some girls did, but a full-on belly laugh; sometime, when he really made her crack up, she even snorted and fuck, that was cute.
These moments didn’t only appeal to his crotch – they’d also started making his heart stop, slow and quicken.
Fuck, he really was screwed.
“Well, she’s upped the ante. She was talking about inviting you for a shopping trip – to have some girl talk. ”
He wasn’t worried because The Dragon might give her the third degree like she had done with his previous girlfriends; oh, no.
The issue was that she was going to ask whether Alice preferred a small or a large wedding; then, she’d probably draft a list of potential color themes for the baby’s rooms.
Small wedding. Yellow rooms. He could be swayed towards sage green or magenta.
“I had to do something; I just blurted out she’d see you at the Colburn Christmas party. It’s not actually on Christmas Day, my parents are having a romantic getaway then; but we’re throwing a socialite affair Sunday. I hate to ask, but can you make it?”
Her smirk did betray her instant acceptance, but Alice pretended to think it out.
“Hmm, I don’t know. That’s a big favor. If I do this, you’ll owe
She almost ran to answer, as she knew who that someone was, and he had chocolate.
“Alice Arabella Vaughan! Don’t you think this conversation is…”
“Love youuu!” she sang away, cutting her off while opening the door.
Then, she lagged like a HP on Windows 10; the brain shut down.
Colt was wearing jeans and a t-shirt under a leather jacket. Like, seriously. Not even a shirt, or a blazer.
“Better have been talking to someone with a vagina,” he growled, before diving towards her lips.
Fuck.
The kiss was passionate, consummating and unfortunately, quick.
Way sooner than what was acceptable by her standards, he came up for air, pushing her away before saying: “We have a problem.”
•
Colt was distracted. For the first time since he’d hanged up, he wasn’t worried about the upcoming event; his mind wasn’t even focusing on Alice’s lame excuse of a PJ – the teeniest, tiniest shorts and a white t-shirt that might as well have been transparent, for what it hid of her nipples.
No; he was replaying her words.
Love you.
It hadn’t been sultry, sexy, or even remotely intimate – it sounded like a joke; but it bothered him all the same.
He couldn’t recall ever saying those words to anyone, even his parents, his brothers; let alone the women who’d shared his bed. They’d said it in the past and it had crept him out, because he hadn’t been even close to loving any of his eighteen girlfriends.
That’s usually when he started to keep his distance. Afterwards, he managed to get dumped pretty easily.
Would he have freaked out if Alice had been talking to him, rather than whomever she’d been on the phone with?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
“So?”
“Hm?”
“Does the mysterious called possess a vagina?”
“Definitely; I would know, I came out of it.”
Oh, her mom. He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding while following her to the kitchen.
Alice cooked – as in, from scratch. She didn’t do it everyday, but over the course of two weeks, they’d spent five nights at her place and there had been a homemade meal three times. It was comfort food – simple and delicious. The kind of stuff he hadn’t actually eaten since he’d left home for college over a dozen years ago; yeah, Tamsin and his mother fed him, but they were all for fancy stuff.
Right now, she was cutting some vegetables; quickly, too. Her ease with a knife was one of the million things about her that made him hard.
“Anyhow, what’s the problem?” she asked, dropping onions in a frying pan.
“ My mother. I may have failed to inform you that she wanted you around for brunch.”
Alice laughed out loud – it wasn’t one of those fake high pitched screeches some girls did, but a full-on belly laugh; sometime, when he really made her crack up, she even snorted and fuck, that was cute.
These moments didn’t only appeal to his crotch – they’d also started making his heart stop, slow and quicken.
Fuck, he really was screwed.
“Well, she’s upped the ante. She was talking about inviting you for a shopping trip – to have some girl talk. ”
He wasn’t worried because The Dragon might give her the third degree like she had done with his previous girlfriends; oh, no.
The issue was that she was going to ask whether Alice preferred a small or a large wedding; then, she’d probably draft a list of potential color themes for the baby’s rooms.
Small wedding. Yellow rooms. He could be swayed towards sage green or magenta.
“I had to do something; I just blurted out she’d see you at the Colburn Christmas party. It’s not actually on Christmas Day, my parents are having a romantic getaway then; but we’re throwing a socialite affair Sunday. I hate to ask, but can you make it?”
Her smirk did betray her instant acceptance, but Alice pretended to think it out.
“Hmm, I don’t know. That’s a big favor. If I do this, you’ll owe