“Nice try.”
I sigh and reach behind me for his stupid coconut water. “Fine. Here you go.”
“Thank you.” He smiles and tips his water toward me, then leans back in his seat.
I can’t even concentrate on the show. I keep sneaking peeks at Grant, who seems to be thoroughly entertained. What’s even going on? And why are they just talking?
So. Much. Talking.
My coke is almost gone by the time Grant finallylifts his coconut water for a drink. He keeps his eyes on the screen as he cracks open the lid. I watch him remove the cap and jump out of the way when the water sprays out.
“Agh!” Grant bolts up, water dripping down his face. “What the—Lennox!”
Crap. I was too busy laughing to run away.
I jump over the back of the couch with a squeal. He’s right behind me. I try to zig zag but catch the corner of the rug and Grant rams into the back of me. I lose my balance and we both fall together, then roll to a stop under the Christmas tree.
This time, he’s on top of me. I stop breathing, but not just because he’s on my diaphragm.
“You got me.” His voice is oddly gruff and overly attractive.
“You said I couldn’t learn anything from a romance novel, so I had to prove you wrong.” I breathe.
“Pranks?”
I bite my lip, and his gaze drops to my mouth.
“To take advantage of every moment.” My words drop off as the look in his eyes grows more intense.
His head drops and I can almost taste his minty breath on my lips.
I’m more than ready to close that distance and get a taste of my first kiss. I’m not scared of that hungry look in his eyes because it mirrors mine. I want this kiss. I need him—
Crash!
Grant’s body protects me from the tree’s branches again, but not even his impeccable muscles can save my mom’s one-of-a-kind glass ornaments from shattering on the wood floor.
“Devil tree.” Grant mutters as he pushes himself and the tree back to a standing position.
I agree, but my mom won’t. Thank heavens she and my dad are still out on a date.
Grant starts putting the tree back together and I do my best to help, but we’ve lost too many decorations.
“Dang it.” Grant mutters as he looks at the pathetic thing.
“It doesn’t look too bad.” I say, angling my head to the left, then to the right. Neither direction helps.
Grant turns and heads for the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To the store to buy more ornaments.” He says, barely stopping long enough to put shoes on.
I yank on my own and follow him out the door. He won’t know where to get those kinds of ornaments without me.
Turns out, he doesn’t need me. There are only a few options left in the store, and they are all hideous.
“Purple or orange?” Grant asks.
