trapped her bottom lip between her teeth, drawing my attention back to her lips. I wondered what they tasted like, how they would look wrapped around my…
“Sean,” Liam called from the other room. “Grab me a beer.”
I froze. Panic filled her features. Fucking Liam. I took a step back and opened the fridge, taking a deep breath to clear my head before I had to face the guys in the living room. I grabbed a couple of beers, closed the door to the fridge, and turned back to Madison, who was slumped against the counter, staring down at her feet.
I stepped in front of her and lifted her chin with the tips of my fingers. “Let me know,” I said, then turned and headed back to the game.
“What took you so long?” Liam asked, glancing at me over his cards. I handed him a beer and took my seat.
I shrugged and took a long drink from my beer, smiling to myself. Drew caught my eye, and I winked at him. He just shook his head at me and took the cards Liam slid across the table toward him.
***
I was headed to the Den the next day after work when I walked past a yogurt place and stopped dead in my tracks, a smile spreading wide across my face. Madison stood in front of the machines inside, tapping a spoon against her bottom lip.
I headed inside and stopped directly behind her. “Must be my lucky day,” I said against her ear.
She jumped and spun around, catching me under the chin with her elbow in the process. My head snapped back and stars burst behind my eyes as a shock of white hot pain radiated through my jaw. “Fuck!”
“Oh my God,” she said, her eyes wide with panic. “Are you okay?” She winced as I rubbed at my jaw.
“That’s one hell of a hook you got on you.”
“I’m so sorry. You surprised me.”
I laughed. “Yeah, won’t make that mistake again.”
She bit her bottom lip, cheeks flooding with color. Lucky for me, the place was relatively empty except for a couple of teenage girls huddled over by the window, giggling at our little show.
I worked my jaw back and forth. No real damage besides a dull ache. Madison watched me closely, her clear blue eyes full of concern. I smiled, and she took a step back.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
I shrugged. “I wanted something sweet,” I said, taking a step toward her. “Looks like I found it.” I grinned down at her, and her lips twitched as she fought to keep the smile from her face.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head as the smile she’d been fighting finally broke free. “Do lines like that really work for you?”
“Sometimes,” I said with a shrug.
“I would never fall for something that cheesy.”
“Maybe not,” I said, pushing my hands into the pockets of my jeans, “but I did get you to smile.”
She scoffed and turned back to the machines. I stepped beside her and looked over the choices. “You know,” I said. “I think you can tell a lot about a person by the flavor they choose.”
She rolled her eyes. Even annoyed looked cute on her.
“Think about it,” I said. “Classic flavors like chocolate and vanilla are safe, predictable. People who choose flavors like that are stuck, too scared to take a risk and try something different.”
“Maybe they just like vanilla.”
“That’s because they’ve never tried anything else,” I said with a smirk.
Her lips turned up in a shy smile as she studied me, trying to decipher my end game. I thought I’d made my intentions perfectly clear, but she still seemed to be doubting my interest.
“What about toasted marshmallow?” she asked, the challenge clear in her voice.
I narrowed my eyes and tapped my finger against my lips while I thought it over. Her eyes followed the movement of my finger, focusing on my lips. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and she swallowed hard, her eyelids fluttering as she watched me. It was easy to see how much I affected her, and it was driving me completely insane.
“In touch with their inner child,” I said. She
“Sean,” Liam called from the other room. “Grab me a beer.”
I froze. Panic filled her features. Fucking Liam. I took a step back and opened the fridge, taking a deep breath to clear my head before I had to face the guys in the living room. I grabbed a couple of beers, closed the door to the fridge, and turned back to Madison, who was slumped against the counter, staring down at her feet.
I stepped in front of her and lifted her chin with the tips of my fingers. “Let me know,” I said, then turned and headed back to the game.
“What took you so long?” Liam asked, glancing at me over his cards. I handed him a beer and took my seat.
I shrugged and took a long drink from my beer, smiling to myself. Drew caught my eye, and I winked at him. He just shook his head at me and took the cards Liam slid across the table toward him.
***
I was headed to the Den the next day after work when I walked past a yogurt place and stopped dead in my tracks, a smile spreading wide across my face. Madison stood in front of the machines inside, tapping a spoon against her bottom lip.
I headed inside and stopped directly behind her. “Must be my lucky day,” I said against her ear.
She jumped and spun around, catching me under the chin with her elbow in the process. My head snapped back and stars burst behind my eyes as a shock of white hot pain radiated through my jaw. “Fuck!”
“Oh my God,” she said, her eyes wide with panic. “Are you okay?” She winced as I rubbed at my jaw.
“That’s one hell of a hook you got on you.”
“I’m so sorry. You surprised me.”
I laughed. “Yeah, won’t make that mistake again.”
She bit her bottom lip, cheeks flooding with color. Lucky for me, the place was relatively empty except for a couple of teenage girls huddled over by the window, giggling at our little show.
I worked my jaw back and forth. No real damage besides a dull ache. Madison watched me closely, her clear blue eyes full of concern. I smiled, and she took a step back.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
I shrugged. “I wanted something sweet,” I said, taking a step toward her. “Looks like I found it.” I grinned down at her, and her lips twitched as she fought to keep the smile from her face.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head as the smile she’d been fighting finally broke free. “Do lines like that really work for you?”
“Sometimes,” I said with a shrug.
“I would never fall for something that cheesy.”
“Maybe not,” I said, pushing my hands into the pockets of my jeans, “but I did get you to smile.”
She scoffed and turned back to the machines. I stepped beside her and looked over the choices. “You know,” I said. “I think you can tell a lot about a person by the flavor they choose.”
She rolled her eyes. Even annoyed looked cute on her.
“Think about it,” I said. “Classic flavors like chocolate and vanilla are safe, predictable. People who choose flavors like that are stuck, too scared to take a risk and try something different.”
“Maybe they just like vanilla.”
“That’s because they’ve never tried anything else,” I said with a smirk.
Her lips turned up in a shy smile as she studied me, trying to decipher my end game. I thought I’d made my intentions perfectly clear, but she still seemed to be doubting my interest.
“What about toasted marshmallow?” she asked, the challenge clear in her voice.
I narrowed my eyes and tapped my finger against my lips while I thought it over. Her eyes followed the movement of my finger, focusing on my lips. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and she swallowed hard, her eyelids fluttering as she watched me. It was easy to see how much I affected her, and it was driving me completely insane.
“In touch with their inner child,” I said. She
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