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Authors: J. S. Scott
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Micah’s questions about her implants that she’d sprinted out of his truck when he dropped her off, not asking him in for dinner like she usually would.
Frowning as she scooped tuna into a pita pocket, Tessa admitted that she missed his company, regretted not asking him to have dinner with her. She was getting used to him being around the house, and her heart skittered as she contemplated what had happened at the skating rink. Micah had turned her world upside down so easily, with little more than a kiss and an intimate touch.
I don’t regret it, but I can’t take this any further with him.
Micah Sinclair was dangerous—a guy she knew she could end up caring about way too much. There was nothing there but heartache for her in her future if she didn’t put her walls up with him now. The difficulty was . . . he was simply hard to set boundaries with. He was bossy, but that wasn’t why she was struggling to keep him at arm’s length.
It’s the connection I feel with him.
For some unknown reason, she really didn’t have a hard time telling Micah how she felt about anything. Hell, he could make her spill her guts if she wasn’t careful. He was just that good at dragging the truth from her, and he did it without being judgmental. Honestly, he was just really easy to talk to. For a man who cheated death for a living, he was incredibly grounded in the real world.
Tessa devoured her sandwich over the sink, smiling at the assortment of chocolate bars she had picked up at the market. Micah ate fairly healthy, but chocolate was his downfall. It was actually one of Tessa’s favorite sweets, too, but she stayed away from it since she was back into her conditioning. Nothing packed on the pounds faster than chocolate for her. She might as well take one from the wrapper and apply it onto her ass. That was how fast it would make her gain weight. Since she had spent years avoiding it, she still only indulged on special occasions.
I think tonight is one of those occasions.
Snatching a Snickers bar from the pile on the counter, she was just unwrapping it when she saw her cell phone light up in the dimly lit kitchen. She took a big bite of the chocolate, nut, and caramel mix with a slight moan of pleasure, then unlocked her phone with one finger as it rested beside the sink.
She noticed that she had a message from Micah, and she flipped the text open curiously. They’d exchanged numbers in case they had to cancel a meet up at the rink or for their runs, but had never communicated that way. There had never been a reason.
Micah: I’m hungry. I think you ruined me by making me meals every day.
Tessa snorted, nearly choking on her chocolate. Then she smiled. The complaint was so typical of Micah that it was funny. And she found it amusing that food was the reason he’d contacted her.
Right now, she was relieved that he was trying to breach the gulf that had come between them at the arena earlier in the day.
She typed a quick message back with one finger as she finished the Snickers, tossing the wrapper in the trash under the sink.
Tessa: You have to fend for yourself occasionally. BTW . . . I’m eating your chocolate.
She knew he was near his phone when he answered immediately.
Micah: It better not be the Snickers. It’s my favorite.
She licked her fingers with an evil grin before rinsing and drying them at the sink.
Tessa: It was. It was delicious. My favorite, too.
Micah: I’m confiscating them all tomorrow if you can’t control yourself.
She picked up her phone and carried it back to the bedroom, typing a response as she sat cross-legged on the bed.
Tessa: I’m sorry about earlier. I wasn’t very nice and I know you were just trying to help.
It took him a few minutes to answer.
Micah: I get it. It was obviously a bad experience.
Of course he understood. He always did. Before she could answer, he sent more.
Micah: Just don’t deprive me of
Frowning as she scooped tuna into a pita pocket, Tessa admitted that she missed his company, regretted not asking him to have dinner with her. She was getting used to him being around the house, and her heart skittered as she contemplated what had happened at the skating rink. Micah had turned her world upside down so easily, with little more than a kiss and an intimate touch.
I don’t regret it, but I can’t take this any further with him.
Micah Sinclair was dangerous—a guy she knew she could end up caring about way too much. There was nothing there but heartache for her in her future if she didn’t put her walls up with him now. The difficulty was . . . he was simply hard to set boundaries with. He was bossy, but that wasn’t why she was struggling to keep him at arm’s length.
It’s the connection I feel with him.
For some unknown reason, she really didn’t have a hard time telling Micah how she felt about anything. Hell, he could make her spill her guts if she wasn’t careful. He was just that good at dragging the truth from her, and he did it without being judgmental. Honestly, he was just really easy to talk to. For a man who cheated death for a living, he was incredibly grounded in the real world.
Tessa devoured her sandwich over the sink, smiling at the assortment of chocolate bars she had picked up at the market. Micah ate fairly healthy, but chocolate was his downfall. It was actually one of Tessa’s favorite sweets, too, but she stayed away from it since she was back into her conditioning. Nothing packed on the pounds faster than chocolate for her. She might as well take one from the wrapper and apply it onto her ass. That was how fast it would make her gain weight. Since she had spent years avoiding it, she still only indulged on special occasions.
I think tonight is one of those occasions.
Snatching a Snickers bar from the pile on the counter, she was just unwrapping it when she saw her cell phone light up in the dimly lit kitchen. She took a big bite of the chocolate, nut, and caramel mix with a slight moan of pleasure, then unlocked her phone with one finger as it rested beside the sink.
She noticed that she had a message from Micah, and she flipped the text open curiously. They’d exchanged numbers in case they had to cancel a meet up at the rink or for their runs, but had never communicated that way. There had never been a reason.
Micah: I’m hungry. I think you ruined me by making me meals every day.
Tessa snorted, nearly choking on her chocolate. Then she smiled. The complaint was so typical of Micah that it was funny. And she found it amusing that food was the reason he’d contacted her.
Right now, she was relieved that he was trying to breach the gulf that had come between them at the arena earlier in the day.
She typed a quick message back with one finger as she finished the Snickers, tossing the wrapper in the trash under the sink.
Tessa: You have to fend for yourself occasionally. BTW . . . I’m eating your chocolate.
She knew he was near his phone when he answered immediately.
Micah: It better not be the Snickers. It’s my favorite.
She licked her fingers with an evil grin before rinsing and drying them at the sink.
Tessa: It was. It was delicious. My favorite, too.
Micah: I’m confiscating them all tomorrow if you can’t control yourself.
She picked up her phone and carried it back to the bedroom, typing a response as she sat cross-legged on the bed.
Tessa: I’m sorry about earlier. I wasn’t very nice and I know you were just trying to help.
It took him a few minutes to answer.
Micah: I get it. It was obviously a bad experience.
Of course he understood. He always did. Before she could answer, he sent more.
Micah: Just don’t deprive me of
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