“My back?” He stared blankly as I held up my nails.
“Ha. Don’t worry about it; I liked it.”
Our eyes met then, and my heart swelled with love for him as he made his way over to me. I nodded at the books on his bedside table.
“So you do read.”
He looked at me from under his thick dark lashes as he rubbed the barely-there stubble on his chin.
“Indeed I do.”
I indicated the food I had almost finished on my plate, my stomach feeling warm and content.
“And you cook.”
The air between us seemed to sizzle with electricity as he gazed at me, his eyes raking over my face.
I’m a man of many talents.”
“I can cook, you know,” I told him as I pushed the plate back onto the tray, licking my buttery fingers. He watched me with a dangerous look as he moved closer to me, allowing me to brush his hair away from his eyes.
“Yeah? Maybe you can cook for me one time. “
Our fingers laced together as he kissed my forehead, his lips soft and warm.
“Oh my god, we’ve got school!” I panicked as he grinned in amusement.
“It’s barely seven-thirty. You’ve got time to dress. Slowly.” He leaned forward as he touched the fabric of the jersey I was wearing. He looked at me with desire.
“This looks so much better on you than it does on me. But maybe you should take it off, just to make sure.”
I had a feeling we were going to be late for school...
An hour later, I skipped out of my house, freshly dressed but thoroughly interrogated by my mother, who wanted to know who I had spent the night with, seeing as my only friend had spent the night at ours. I had to tell her Bailey would be coming for dinner that evening, whether he had plans or not. I was almost eighteen, and my parents were happy to see me happy for once.
“My mum invited you for dinner. Tonight.” I sighed as I climbed into the car next to him.
“Ooh.” He grinned at me as he pulled away into the traffic that was beginning to fill my road. “I’m not sure you should wear that; I’ll struggle to concentrate. “
I glanced down at my black mini skirt worn over tights and a black polo neck covering my upper body.
“It’s not exactly revealing, Bailey. “I pointed out as he glanced over at me.
“Yeah, but I know what’s underneath it. That makes it incredibly sexy.”
I blushed as he drove, his hand on mine occasionally as I stole glances at his handsome profile.
“Why do you keep looking at me that way?” He drawled lazily as we neared the school.
“Your stupid genes, I guess.”
“Can’t you just say you find me hot?”
“Absolutely not. Your head is big enough.”
“That’s not the only big thing. “He grinned as I groaned, rolling my eyes.
“No comment.”