“I’m sorry, I didn’t…”
“Hey.” I say reaching out for her, brushing my knuckles down her reddened skin. “No worries.”
Watching her relax at my touch does things inside my chest. My heart pitter patters like that of an excited child’s, and I want nothing more than to keep touching her. I never want to stop.
“I didn’t think I would see you again.”
“Yeah, me too.” I agree with her even though that’s probably the biggest lie I’ve ever spoken, beings as I’ve been seeing her every waking minute for the past three days.
I’m lingering in my touch too long, but she doesn’t seem to mind half as much as the guy behind the counter waiting for her to take her food from him.
“Ma’am.” He says huskily, trying to get her attention.
“Oh…oh…yeah.” She says, quickly turning from me and my touch, pulling back enough that my hand drops to my side, the skin of my finger feeling instantly cold from the lack of her body heat.
I wait while she pays and takes her take away from the annoyed asshole behind the counter. His eyes rake up and down her as she turns away from him, and he stares at her ass just a little too long.
You should burn him.
Clearing my throat to cover my growl of disapproval, I wrap my arm around her and lead her far enough away from the counter that the douche bag can’t reach over and touch her, before leaning against the glass and staring him menacingly in his fat face.
“I’ll take a cheesesteak and fries.” I say, then dart my hand out, grabbing the front of his shirt. “And your eyes off my girl.” I add low enough that he hears me, but Phoenix is oblivious as she excitedly opens her bag and rummages around in it for something.
“Yeah, ummm yeah.” He stammers, trying to back away, but unable to until I release my grip on him with a wink.
“All good?” She asks, looking over at me, popping a potato chip into her pretty mouth.
“Perfect.”
“Good. Wanna join me when yours is ready?”
“Absolutely baby.”
Yep. Cooked. Ha ha ha ha ha!
Chapter
Twelve
“Oh this is so good.” Phoenix moans around a big bite of her sandwich, rolling her eyes back into her head. “I could eat these every day.”
She sits on her white leather couch, her legs crossed under her, her feet bare, with her sandals discarded at the front door, and all I can do is stare at her like a creep as she chows down on her food, completely unaware of the filthy thoughts running through my mind.
I know she could eat them all the time, I’ve seen it every night for the past few days. It’s adorable, and sweet, and something that even though it’s so simple, makes me like her even more. I shouldn’t be liking her more, I should be weary of her. She knows my secret, well at least one of them. She could ruin me. Fuck, she already has.
Cooked!
“They are good.” I say to her, peering at her over the top of my food, reveling in her clean beauty.
She really is stunning, smart, responsible, and tidy. Everything she is, is the polar opposite of my mother, and for the first time in my life, I want to spend time with a woman, and not just while she burns to a crisp. No, with her I want to talk, touch, share, and so much more. It’s a conundrum. I’m lost in her and everything about her. Even her home is nice, and welcoming.
Her apartment is spotless, as it was the other morning when I snuck out without a word. Everything is white, off-white, and earthy tones of browns, greens, and golds. It feels natural, yet sophisticated, but most of all, comfortable.
Getting comfortable gets you caught.
“So really, what brought you back?” She asks, raising her eyebrows, and eyeing me questioningly.
“Honestly?”
