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Authors: Azure Boone, Kenra Daniels
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Greek god with bright green eyes and glowing golden skin smiled at her. Made her want to look behind her. How could that smile be meant for her? And his eyes, good heavens, his eyes, framed by ebony lashes, n ever once dropped to her breasts.
Gay.
Her heart sank. Okay, she really needed to quit forgetting that. He made it easy when he looked at her that way. Almost like he liked her. Didn't they say gay guys make the best friends? She'd just be grateful for that much.
He pushed off the wall with languid grace, resembling a big predator stretching in the sun. "Ready?"
Jessie hoped her smile wasn 't too beamy. "Absolutely." The next several moments were filled with trying to keep her heart inside her ribcage while his warm palm rested at the small of her back, gentle pressure guiding her to his car and into the passenger seat.
Lucian insisted on paying for lunch, another shocker for Jessie. When was the last time a guy paid her way? She realized the sad answer to that was never. Even with the boobs, no guy had wanted her enough to spring for a burger and soda.
"So, what do you do?" Jessie carefully swallowed the final bite of her hamburger, grateful for no embarrassing food mishaps.
He shrugged a shoulder and adjusted his hips in the seat. Leather creaked, causing Jessie 's gaze to hone in on the movement. Oh my God . She jerked her eyes back to his Greek god face, trying to forget the size of his bulge. Wow. He flashed her the most timid look then. "It's…not really anything to talk about."
" Oh. Come on, try me." She put her elbow on the door's armrest. "Can't be that bad. I start IVs and insert catheters for a living. Compared to that, nothing is unmentionable."
He grinned a little. "Don't laugh but...I work at the library."
Oh wow. "The library, no, that's a cool place to work. You had me thinking you were an undertaker or cleaned septic tanks or something. You like it?"
The grin came again, much more relaxed. "Oh man, I love it. Love the smell of books. Love books period."
Jessie turned in her seat a little, more curious than ever. "Really! Like what? I love romance, particularly paranormal and contemporary. Course, I'm a girl." No shit Sherlock. She allowed herself a little smile at the secret profanity.
" I love all books, all genres, really. I'll read anything. Well, almost. I've found a few that were just so badly written I couldn't follow them."
" But surely you have a favorite something?" Jessie held her breath, conscious of the trust he placed in her by sharing something so important to him. At least that's how she chose to regard it.
He flashed her another it's embarrassing grin. "I like the classics the most. Right off the top of my head?" He squinted one eye. "Edwin A. Abbott, John Quincy Adams, Aesop, Sherwood Anderson, R. D. Blackmore, William Blake, G. K. Chesterton—"
Jessie gasped a laugh. "Okay, wow. I barely recognize a single one of those and something tells me the list continues?"
He grinned full out, showing that dimple. "Yeah, I'm afraid it does. Goes on and on."
Jessie watch ed him, liking him. Liking when he looked at her. Mostly she looked, because he was so nice to stare at. The only imperfection in the whole image was the network of pale, fine scars that criss-crossed his forearms. They had the distinctive look of self-harm scars and none were fresh, so apparently he'd dealt with whatever made him need that outlet. Despite overwhelming curiosity, she forced herself not to ask. If he wanted her to know, he'd tell her. "You know, don't get mad, but I'm kinda glad you're gay. Makes it much easier to talk to you."
He gave a hesitant chuckle. "About that…"
" Yeah, about that. I'm pretty bad about running my mouth, as you well know." She sighed.
" Nah."
" Oh please." She straightened in her seat and slurped at her drink. "Calling you beautiful and gay, I mean who does that?"
He chuckled. "It was a first for me."
" Ha." She angled a look at him. "You mean strangers don't tell
Gay.
Her heart sank. Okay, she really needed to quit forgetting that. He made it easy when he looked at her that way. Almost like he liked her. Didn't they say gay guys make the best friends? She'd just be grateful for that much.
He pushed off the wall with languid grace, resembling a big predator stretching in the sun. "Ready?"
Jessie hoped her smile wasn 't too beamy. "Absolutely." The next several moments were filled with trying to keep her heart inside her ribcage while his warm palm rested at the small of her back, gentle pressure guiding her to his car and into the passenger seat.
Lucian insisted on paying for lunch, another shocker for Jessie. When was the last time a guy paid her way? She realized the sad answer to that was never. Even with the boobs, no guy had wanted her enough to spring for a burger and soda.
"So, what do you do?" Jessie carefully swallowed the final bite of her hamburger, grateful for no embarrassing food mishaps.
He shrugged a shoulder and adjusted his hips in the seat. Leather creaked, causing Jessie 's gaze to hone in on the movement. Oh my God . She jerked her eyes back to his Greek god face, trying to forget the size of his bulge. Wow. He flashed her the most timid look then. "It's…not really anything to talk about."
" Oh. Come on, try me." She put her elbow on the door's armrest. "Can't be that bad. I start IVs and insert catheters for a living. Compared to that, nothing is unmentionable."
He grinned a little. "Don't laugh but...I work at the library."
Oh wow. "The library, no, that's a cool place to work. You had me thinking you were an undertaker or cleaned septic tanks or something. You like it?"
The grin came again, much more relaxed. "Oh man, I love it. Love the smell of books. Love books period."
Jessie turned in her seat a little, more curious than ever. "Really! Like what? I love romance, particularly paranormal and contemporary. Course, I'm a girl." No shit Sherlock. She allowed herself a little smile at the secret profanity.
" I love all books, all genres, really. I'll read anything. Well, almost. I've found a few that were just so badly written I couldn't follow them."
" But surely you have a favorite something?" Jessie held her breath, conscious of the trust he placed in her by sharing something so important to him. At least that's how she chose to regard it.
He flashed her another it's embarrassing grin. "I like the classics the most. Right off the top of my head?" He squinted one eye. "Edwin A. Abbott, John Quincy Adams, Aesop, Sherwood Anderson, R. D. Blackmore, William Blake, G. K. Chesterton—"
Jessie gasped a laugh. "Okay, wow. I barely recognize a single one of those and something tells me the list continues?"
He grinned full out, showing that dimple. "Yeah, I'm afraid it does. Goes on and on."
Jessie watch ed him, liking him. Liking when he looked at her. Mostly she looked, because he was so nice to stare at. The only imperfection in the whole image was the network of pale, fine scars that criss-crossed his forearms. They had the distinctive look of self-harm scars and none were fresh, so apparently he'd dealt with whatever made him need that outlet. Despite overwhelming curiosity, she forced herself not to ask. If he wanted her to know, he'd tell her. "You know, don't get mad, but I'm kinda glad you're gay. Makes it much easier to talk to you."
He gave a hesitant chuckle. "About that…"
" Yeah, about that. I'm pretty bad about running my mouth, as you well know." She sighed.
" Nah."
" Oh please." She straightened in her seat and slurped at her drink. "Calling you beautiful and gay, I mean who does that?"
He chuckled. "It was a first for me."
" Ha." She angled a look at him. "You mean strangers don't tell
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