He orders a food delivery, and I make us some drinks. I slip out to grab the food because it’s not a great idea to have the rock star go take delivery from the guy at the reception desk. When I come back, he’s made himself even more comfortable, his shoes are tossed in the corner and he’s lounging back as I join him with the food.
“Don’t you love first dates,” he comments.
“Don’t even start.” I toss a napkin at him.
We go back to watching the movie, both laughing at the same parts, even when they’re not meant to be funny. It should bother me that we have the same sense of humor.
“Cora, you have a laugh like no one I’ve ever met,” Ronan says, his focus still on the TV. Just when I think he is going to stay quiet, he rolls his head to look at me. His gaze is intense. “I can tell you don’t give your joy out freely, but I’m going to help you change that.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I murmur.
Ronan laughs and lays back so he’s further down the bed, his head on my pillow. “What do you think of the song ‘Eye of The Tiger’?” he muses.
“That isn’t even in this movie.”
“It’s synonymous with Rocky.”
“I prefer the Jensen Ackles version.”
“The what?” He rolls on to his side to look at me.
“Never mind.” He doesn’t need to hear about my obsession withSupernaturaland my decade long crush on one of its stars. Or the realization Ronan looks a little like him. Same green eyes and hot masculine energy.
“‘Burning Heart’ is a better Survivor song,” I divert the conversation. He has a weird obsession with eighties music, so he is easily distracted.
Ronan sits up and pulls out his phone. I figure he’s going to get up the song, but he taps around then puts the phone away.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“Did you just make a note of that song?”
“Perhaps.”
“Why?”
“I have my reasons.”
Closing the pizza box, I drop it on the floor beside the bed and sit cross-legged facing him. “Is this about your mixtape?”
“You mean your mixtape.”
“You’re seriously making a mixtape for me? We’re not in high school, Ronan. And it’s also not 1986.”
“But isn’t that what you do when you want to make someone your girl.”
“Oh, you went there.”
“What if I did?” He bends his elbow and props himself up, staring at me with that smolder I’m getting stupid over. “What are you gonna do about it?”
ronan
. . .
Shouldthe look on her face offend or please me? She doesn’t look disgusted, so I’ll take that as a win. I do kind of enjoy leaving her at a loss for words though. I mean it, I like Cora. A lot. Not just for how she looks.
“Remember when I said I want to know every little thing you’re thinking?”
