towels right outside the shower door when I finished. I thought about the small thoughtful thing the whole time I got ready. The small things for me, showed more about who Jason was. I was on his mind the entire morning and the towels proved it. He liked me. My smile grew in the mirror as I thought it.
I quietly entered the kitchen. Jason was over the stove, cooking. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, green today. Personally, the green was my favorite; he probably knew that. The man was everything and psychic. It was a little unnerving. He spoke as I was thinking, confirming his psychic tendencies.
“Are you going to stare in the doorway , or would you rather sit and stare?” He nodded toward the stools at the counter.
I slowly walked to the counter and took a seat. My face flushed from embarrassment. He had two bowls of cut-up fruit already on the counter, and I took one and began eating. It had raspberries, bananas, pineapples, strawberries, and blueberries with a little yogurt on the bottom.
“This is so good, I think I’m in heaven.” I was humming uncontrollably, as I ate.
Jason turned and lifted two more plates, filled with scrambled eggs and an English muffin.
“You can defin itely read my mind. It’s scary. This is my favorite breakfast.”
He raised an eyebrow . “I wish I read minds.” He grinned at the thought. “I am so glad you like it.”
I tam ed my humming a little as I shoved food in. “It’s pretty good. I mean, I bet it won’t be this good next time.”
He laughed . “You’re on. It’s a bet.”
We ate in silence for a while , his thigh touching mine. When I finished, I hopped off the bar stool and walked over to the sink to clean the dishes. He watched me again, and I noticed he closed his eyes and whispered something.
“Why are you doing that?” I asked.
He looked at me, perplexed with my question. “What am I doing?”
“You bow your head and whisper?”
He smiled at me, a very sweet innocent smile. “You noticed that?”
“You do it quite often , actually, and I am curious.”
“I am praying , and sometimes, like now, I take a mental picture with my prayer, a happy-place picture.”
I was smiling now . “You like it when I do dishes?” My smile was more suggestive than I wanted it to be.
“I like you in my kitchen, comfortable enough to do dishes. It is my new happy place.”
I knew I was blushing again, and my stomach was doing crazy things. “You are very sweet, do you know that? Is this how you score?”
He chuckled , his emerald eyes gleaming. “I have actually never had to resort to charm. Usually my looks get me everywhere.”
“Oh really? Well, let me say, as a fallback plan, it’s brilliant.”
“Y eah, is it working?” He smiled, and I took his plate and turned around.
I was beginning to feel nervous. I had never flirted with someone like this before. He had to know I had no experience in what he enjoyed most. I was the opposite of him in this area. If he was a recovering sex addict, I was an innocent school girl. Ultimately, we were at two different sexual skill levels playing on the same field, eventually he’d get bored and want to play someone more advanced. I turned back around after closing the dishwasher.
“Why didn’t you talk to me all those months? Was it the bet?” He fell silent , so I continued. “I am still confused about why I am here?”
He was serious again . “I noticed you before, and you blew me off. I was curious. I guess that’s how it started. After I found out you bought my coffee, I was on a mission to thank you. You turned a really bad day into a great one. I never talked to you because I didn’t want to frighten you away. I watched people talk to you and scare you away. You were a rabbit, this beautiful, kind, black-haired rabbit with bright blue eyes. I was trying to control the predator in me, the one that wants to eat the rabbit.”
I crinkle d my nose at his comment, and wanting
I quietly entered the kitchen. Jason was over the stove, cooking. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, green today. Personally, the green was my favorite; he probably knew that. The man was everything and psychic. It was a little unnerving. He spoke as I was thinking, confirming his psychic tendencies.
“Are you going to stare in the doorway , or would you rather sit and stare?” He nodded toward the stools at the counter.
I slowly walked to the counter and took a seat. My face flushed from embarrassment. He had two bowls of cut-up fruit already on the counter, and I took one and began eating. It had raspberries, bananas, pineapples, strawberries, and blueberries with a little yogurt on the bottom.
“This is so good, I think I’m in heaven.” I was humming uncontrollably, as I ate.
Jason turned and lifted two more plates, filled with scrambled eggs and an English muffin.
“You can defin itely read my mind. It’s scary. This is my favorite breakfast.”
He raised an eyebrow . “I wish I read minds.” He grinned at the thought. “I am so glad you like it.”
I tam ed my humming a little as I shoved food in. “It’s pretty good. I mean, I bet it won’t be this good next time.”
He laughed . “You’re on. It’s a bet.”
We ate in silence for a while , his thigh touching mine. When I finished, I hopped off the bar stool and walked over to the sink to clean the dishes. He watched me again, and I noticed he closed his eyes and whispered something.
“Why are you doing that?” I asked.
He looked at me, perplexed with my question. “What am I doing?”
“You bow your head and whisper?”
He smiled at me, a very sweet innocent smile. “You noticed that?”
“You do it quite often , actually, and I am curious.”
“I am praying , and sometimes, like now, I take a mental picture with my prayer, a happy-place picture.”
I was smiling now . “You like it when I do dishes?” My smile was more suggestive than I wanted it to be.
“I like you in my kitchen, comfortable enough to do dishes. It is my new happy place.”
I knew I was blushing again, and my stomach was doing crazy things. “You are very sweet, do you know that? Is this how you score?”
He chuckled , his emerald eyes gleaming. “I have actually never had to resort to charm. Usually my looks get me everywhere.”
“Oh really? Well, let me say, as a fallback plan, it’s brilliant.”
“Y eah, is it working?” He smiled, and I took his plate and turned around.
I was beginning to feel nervous. I had never flirted with someone like this before. He had to know I had no experience in what he enjoyed most. I was the opposite of him in this area. If he was a recovering sex addict, I was an innocent school girl. Ultimately, we were at two different sexual skill levels playing on the same field, eventually he’d get bored and want to play someone more advanced. I turned back around after closing the dishwasher.
“Why didn’t you talk to me all those months? Was it the bet?” He fell silent , so I continued. “I am still confused about why I am here?”
He was serious again . “I noticed you before, and you blew me off. I was curious. I guess that’s how it started. After I found out you bought my coffee, I was on a mission to thank you. You turned a really bad day into a great one. I never talked to you because I didn’t want to frighten you away. I watched people talk to you and scare you away. You were a rabbit, this beautiful, kind, black-haired rabbit with bright blue eyes. I was trying to control the predator in me, the one that wants to eat the rabbit.”
I crinkle d my nose at his comment, and wanting
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