Page 10 of Accidentally Engaged
Oooh, it’s a good thing I’m a nice person. I don’t even know this woman, but I suddenly see her running, screaming, from her house while I chase after her, clumps of dyed red hair in my hands. “Is she a redhead?” I demand because, of course, that’scompletelyrelevant to the rib-crushing aches rattling my chest.
“Uh. Yes. Geez, how did you know that?”
“Skip that,” I wave the question away, praying I’m not digging myself a deeper hole.
Deep holes. Wells. Freud would have a field day, probably something about the missing love in my life.
Or that I have a hole I want filled deeply, and I want an ocean of cum to—
I almost smack myself, not caring if it would freak Jared out. I shake my head again and force the words out. “Whatever you were going to say, stop. Don’t say it. If you think someone like me wouldn’t like someone like you, you’re wrong.”
It’s Jared’s turn to wave his hands, wiping that idea away. “Oh, no. No, I’m not saying you’re shallow, like you wouldneverdate someone who was heavier. I mean, if people get to know each other, you love a person for who they are, not what they look like. But, c’mon. You sing a little song—a beautiful song, that left this sweet voice in my head, whispering that I had to find my bride, my one love, who was waiting for me...” He trails off for a minute, a dopey, lovestruck look on his face, and then he coughs and recovers. “You were just singing to yourself, and all of a sudden, you end up with your random neighbor as your betrothed? No, I wouldn’t want to force someone who wasn’t into me to marry me, or even date me. I guess I got swept up in the moment. It felt so real.”
It was probably real.
Golden mist. Golden hue, spell rings true.
Fuck it, itwasreal. Say something, put the poor man at ease!
“So I’ll do what you said. I’ll—”
“I’m very attracted to you!” I screech, the verbal equivalent of hurling myself off a cliff.
But I know he’ll catch me.
This sweet, sensitive, honest, thoughtful guy who can stand my singing, who tears up at the thought of losing me, and who sounds like he could use an appreciative woman—he’ll catch me. And God... I’d like to appreciate the pants off of him.
The humidity cranked up another ten notches or so as I picture myself falling into his arms and being carried like some princess by her big, burly knight.
Jared cocks his head while I try not to burst into hormone-driven song. It would probably go something like, “Please, please, please, let me ride you, stud muffin. My sexy teddy bear, let me fall asleep and snuggle on you when my thighs give out, my hunk of burning love.”
Yeah, not one of my greatest hits, I know.
“You are?” The skepticism rolls off of him.
I nod. “Yes.”
“You said very.”
“Very is accurate,” I admit, knitting my fingers together and squeezing them tightly so I don’t go and grab his shoulders and start to climb him.
“Okay, let’s say that I believe you, that I think you’re not just trying to spare my feelings—”
“All I want to do is hug you and get wrapped in your arms. You look like the perfect blend of soft and strong, and gentle but—” I stop before I can say hungry. I have a feeling this man is hungry in the best ways. Hungry for love. Hungry for me. But he might think I’m digging him about his weight, and I don’t care about that. If he lost pounds, I don’t think he’d lose the sweet, serious nature he has or the sensitive understanding he radiates.
“Gentle but what?”
Jared steps closer to me.
“Like you... you’d take good care of me,” I whisper.
He steps closer and takes my hand again.
“Jared...” My whisper turns into a whimper, a needy whine I didn’t know I could make.
“If you want me to let you go, I will. But if you want what I want, and you like me, and you even like the way I look... Why don’t we at leasttrybeing engaged? You could teach me how your magical abilities work, like if they’re ever wrong.”
I nod, trying not to stare at how big his hand is underneath mine.
