car who, just so you know,
for some reason, thinks you’re amazing. Go figure,” he says, rolling his eyes.
“Go
to hell,” I hiss, stomping on his foot. He releases his hold on me, jumping
back a few steps. “I don’t like you. And, just so you know, I never fake
it.”
His
eyes narrow, his mouth pressing into a hard line. Even though he is pissed, I
can see the dimples in his cheeks, the ones that made him absolutely
irresistible to me all those years ago. They were the proof, in my mind, that
there was something beyond the badass, troublemaker he always appeared to be.
Something soft and sweet that I saw more of every time he smiled at me.
God
equips men with dimples and those knock-out smiles so that our brains turn to
mush. It’s looks like those that leave us helpless. The look on his face is
anything but sweet.
It’s
filled with rage. Territorial. Dark.
And
if I didn’t hate him, I’d say it was totally hot too…
“When
it comes to Jasmine you will,” he grinds out, angrily. “As for your issues with
me, cry your river, build that bridge, and get the fuck over it already. Shit
happens. Life’s gonna stink if you drag crap around everywhere you go.”
“Are
you done?” I ask, swallowing hard. “I need to Google a hardware store. It seems
I have a bridge to build.”
His
top lip twitches, those damn dimples becoming more prominent. His face is
stern, but unreadable. My stomach begins to churn like it did yesterday when we
were this close. My heart slams against my ribcage, making me dizzy.
“Best
frannnnnnnd!” Jazzie shouts, making me jump. “You can’t leave. I gotta tell you
somethin’.”
“Almost
positive you were supposed to be bucklin’ up, Kid,” Dominick chuckles,
scrubbing a hand over his face. “Kids should come with duct tape, I tell ya.”
“If
your lippers had zippers, I could shut you up,” she fires back.
“Well,”
I giggle, wondering where she comes up with this stuff. “Guess she told you.”
“Damn
kid,” he mutters, shaking his head. “I’m wrapped around her finger, but I
really gotta watch what comes out of my mouth. She takes everything I say and
uses it against me.”
Moving
away from him, I make my way over to where Jazzie is hanging out of the sunroof,
slapping her hands down on the roof. “I gotta to tell you a seeeeeeeecret,” she
says, leaning over and grabbing my cheeks with her sticky hands.
“Oh
yeah?” I mumble through my smooshed lips. “Lay it on me, Kiddo.”
Her
brows knit together, every inch of her face, completely stone cold serious. “You
reeeeeeeally need to eat cookies,” she yells about three inches from my face.
“They do not taste like feet.”
“Now who’s the Bossasaurus?” Dominick asks from behind me.
I
can feel the heat from his body at my back. His arm comes up beside me, his
hand landing on top of Jasmine’s head. “Say goodnight, Jazz,” he says, pushing
her down into the car.
“Bye,
best frannnnnnnd!”
“Bye,
munchkin,” I reply, though she’s already disappeared from view.
When
I turn to make my way back around my car to leave, Dominick steps in front of
me, blocking my path. “Shit, sorry,” I say, shifting to the right, to get out
of his way. Clearing his throat, he steps back in my path again and holds out
his hand, expectantly. “May I help you?” I ask, wondering what in the actual
fuck he wants. “I’m all out of singles to make it rain, Magic Mack,” I laugh,
crossing my arms over my chest.
“Har,
har, aren’t you hilarious,” he deadpans. “Just give me your phone, smart ass.”
“My
phone?” I ask, taking a step back. “Why in the hell would I do something like
that?”
“Just.
Do. It,” he says, gritting his teeth. “For once, can you just do something the
first time you’re asked, instead of flappin’ that mouth?”
“Whatever.”
Taking my phone from my front pocket, I unlock the screen, and slap it down in
his palm. “There. Ya happy now?” I ask,
for some reason, thinks you’re amazing. Go figure,” he says, rolling his eyes.
“Go
to hell,” I hiss, stomping on his foot. He releases his hold on me, jumping
back a few steps. “I don’t like you. And, just so you know, I never fake
it.”
His
eyes narrow, his mouth pressing into a hard line. Even though he is pissed, I
can see the dimples in his cheeks, the ones that made him absolutely
irresistible to me all those years ago. They were the proof, in my mind, that
there was something beyond the badass, troublemaker he always appeared to be.
Something soft and sweet that I saw more of every time he smiled at me.
God
equips men with dimples and those knock-out smiles so that our brains turn to
mush. It’s looks like those that leave us helpless. The look on his face is
anything but sweet.
It’s
filled with rage. Territorial. Dark.
And
if I didn’t hate him, I’d say it was totally hot too…
“When
it comes to Jasmine you will,” he grinds out, angrily. “As for your issues with
me, cry your river, build that bridge, and get the fuck over it already. Shit
happens. Life’s gonna stink if you drag crap around everywhere you go.”
“Are
you done?” I ask, swallowing hard. “I need to Google a hardware store. It seems
I have a bridge to build.”
His
top lip twitches, those damn dimples becoming more prominent. His face is
stern, but unreadable. My stomach begins to churn like it did yesterday when we
were this close. My heart slams against my ribcage, making me dizzy.
“Best
frannnnnnnd!” Jazzie shouts, making me jump. “You can’t leave. I gotta tell you
somethin’.”
“Almost
positive you were supposed to be bucklin’ up, Kid,” Dominick chuckles,
scrubbing a hand over his face. “Kids should come with duct tape, I tell ya.”
“If
your lippers had zippers, I could shut you up,” she fires back.
“Well,”
I giggle, wondering where she comes up with this stuff. “Guess she told you.”
“Damn
kid,” he mutters, shaking his head. “I’m wrapped around her finger, but I
really gotta watch what comes out of my mouth. She takes everything I say and
uses it against me.”
Moving
away from him, I make my way over to where Jazzie is hanging out of the sunroof,
slapping her hands down on the roof. “I gotta to tell you a seeeeeeeecret,” she
says, leaning over and grabbing my cheeks with her sticky hands.
“Oh
yeah?” I mumble through my smooshed lips. “Lay it on me, Kiddo.”
Her
brows knit together, every inch of her face, completely stone cold serious. “You
reeeeeeeally need to eat cookies,” she yells about three inches from my face.
“They do not taste like feet.”
“Now who’s the Bossasaurus?” Dominick asks from behind me.
I
can feel the heat from his body at my back. His arm comes up beside me, his
hand landing on top of Jasmine’s head. “Say goodnight, Jazz,” he says, pushing
her down into the car.
“Bye,
best frannnnnnnd!”
“Bye,
munchkin,” I reply, though she’s already disappeared from view.
When
I turn to make my way back around my car to leave, Dominick steps in front of
me, blocking my path. “Shit, sorry,” I say, shifting to the right, to get out
of his way. Clearing his throat, he steps back in my path again and holds out
his hand, expectantly. “May I help you?” I ask, wondering what in the actual
fuck he wants. “I’m all out of singles to make it rain, Magic Mack,” I laugh,
crossing my arms over my chest.
“Har,
har, aren’t you hilarious,” he deadpans. “Just give me your phone, smart ass.”
“My
phone?” I ask, taking a step back. “Why in the hell would I do something like
that?”
“Just.
Do. It,” he says, gritting his teeth. “For once, can you just do something the
first time you’re asked, instead of flappin’ that mouth?”
“Whatever.”
Taking my phone from my front pocket, I unlock the screen, and slap it down in
his palm. “There. Ya happy now?” I ask,
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