be around him anymore.
“I should.”
I slipped my hand out in front of us, animated two fingers as legs, and made the walking motion. He pushed my arm down and away from him.
“Are you trying to kick me out?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “All I’m saying is that you brushed me off yesterday. You took an innocent hot chocolate event and made me into some creepy, lovesick child who would stalk her prey.”
He laughed. “Did I hurt your feelings?”
“Look,” I said. “We could argue all day whether you did or didn’t. I have a feeling no matter what I say you won’t believe me. So move along. Go home. Leave me alone.” I hurried my steps, leaving him behind.
I opened the doors to the café and inhaled all of the wonderful smells that were drifting through the place. The café was enormous. On one side were all of the food vendors and on the other side was the seating area. I got in line for pizza and felt a little drool trying to make its way out as two delicious slices of extra cheese landed on my plate. Picking up the tray, along with an orange soda, I checked out and picked a table next to the window so I could watch the snow drift down. I slipped my bag and jacket off and set them on the chair next to me. I closed my eyes and moaned as I took a large bite of the pizza; letting the mozzarella sizzle in my mouth.
A chair scraped across the floor, and my eyes popped open. Oh, come on ! He picked up a burger and took a bite. He chewed while staring at me. I kept my eyes on him, not wanting to break this staring contest we seemed to be having. I took another bite of pizza as he took a sip of his soda.
“Are you going to moan like that again?” He pointed to the pizza that I was currently holding. “Or do you moan for more than just pizza?”
I rolled my eyes. I was not going to let him get to me. He took another bite of his burger as I took another one of my pizza. It was like some weird, food-eating stare down. It was a pity that he was such an ass, because he was striking. Dropping my pizza on my plate, I licked my fingers. “So, why are you here?”
He stared at my fingers and then at my face. He shrugged his shoulders. “Because I’m hungry.”
“I mean why are you sitting with me?”
He smiled and I couldn't remember how to breathe. It was a beautiful smile. The kind of smile I doubted he showed very often. His smile reminded me of a rainbow, very seldom seen, but when it appeared, it stopped you in your tracks. “There's nowhere else to sit.”
His smile disappeared as he took another bite of his burger. I cleared my throat and looked around, there was barely anyone here. Most likely because of the weather, not a lot of people liked the cold. I raised my eyebrows. “I’m pretty sure if you looked around, you might find an open spot. Like anywhere.”
“Nah, I’m good here.” He finished the rest of the burger, the whole time keeping his eyes on me. I rolled mine and returned to my pizza.
I would just ignore him. He could sit there all he liked, but I wouldn’t have to think he was here. I could do this.
“So why are you out on a day like this?” His voice sent fingers of warmth up my spine. I loathed that my spine decided to work against me.
“Because I decided I didn’t want to stay in bed all day and do nothing. I wanted to spend my Saturday wandering around with an annoying voice in my ear,” I said dryly.
He smiled again. “You know, if it weren’t for the fact you live on this side of the wall, I might like you.” I cocked a brow at him, and he shook his head. “And don’t let that get to your head. When I said like, I meant more like of an acquaintance like. You are definitely not my type.”
“I believe we covered this yesterday.” I tried to keep the sting of his words from hitting my esteem and kept my eye on my pizza. “Anyway, you’re not my type either.”
He laughed. It was full and masculine and gorgeous. So, of course, I hated it. “Whatever
“I should.”
I slipped my hand out in front of us, animated two fingers as legs, and made the walking motion. He pushed my arm down and away from him.
“Are you trying to kick me out?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “All I’m saying is that you brushed me off yesterday. You took an innocent hot chocolate event and made me into some creepy, lovesick child who would stalk her prey.”
He laughed. “Did I hurt your feelings?”
“Look,” I said. “We could argue all day whether you did or didn’t. I have a feeling no matter what I say you won’t believe me. So move along. Go home. Leave me alone.” I hurried my steps, leaving him behind.
I opened the doors to the café and inhaled all of the wonderful smells that were drifting through the place. The café was enormous. On one side were all of the food vendors and on the other side was the seating area. I got in line for pizza and felt a little drool trying to make its way out as two delicious slices of extra cheese landed on my plate. Picking up the tray, along with an orange soda, I checked out and picked a table next to the window so I could watch the snow drift down. I slipped my bag and jacket off and set them on the chair next to me. I closed my eyes and moaned as I took a large bite of the pizza; letting the mozzarella sizzle in my mouth.
A chair scraped across the floor, and my eyes popped open. Oh, come on ! He picked up a burger and took a bite. He chewed while staring at me. I kept my eyes on him, not wanting to break this staring contest we seemed to be having. I took another bite of pizza as he took a sip of his soda.
“Are you going to moan like that again?” He pointed to the pizza that I was currently holding. “Or do you moan for more than just pizza?”
I rolled my eyes. I was not going to let him get to me. He took another bite of his burger as I took another one of my pizza. It was like some weird, food-eating stare down. It was a pity that he was such an ass, because he was striking. Dropping my pizza on my plate, I licked my fingers. “So, why are you here?”
He stared at my fingers and then at my face. He shrugged his shoulders. “Because I’m hungry.”
“I mean why are you sitting with me?”
He smiled and I couldn't remember how to breathe. It was a beautiful smile. The kind of smile I doubted he showed very often. His smile reminded me of a rainbow, very seldom seen, but when it appeared, it stopped you in your tracks. “There's nowhere else to sit.”
His smile disappeared as he took another bite of his burger. I cleared my throat and looked around, there was barely anyone here. Most likely because of the weather, not a lot of people liked the cold. I raised my eyebrows. “I’m pretty sure if you looked around, you might find an open spot. Like anywhere.”
“Nah, I’m good here.” He finished the rest of the burger, the whole time keeping his eyes on me. I rolled mine and returned to my pizza.
I would just ignore him. He could sit there all he liked, but I wouldn’t have to think he was here. I could do this.
“So why are you out on a day like this?” His voice sent fingers of warmth up my spine. I loathed that my spine decided to work against me.
“Because I decided I didn’t want to stay in bed all day and do nothing. I wanted to spend my Saturday wandering around with an annoying voice in my ear,” I said dryly.
He smiled again. “You know, if it weren’t for the fact you live on this side of the wall, I might like you.” I cocked a brow at him, and he shook his head. “And don’t let that get to your head. When I said like, I meant more like of an acquaintance like. You are definitely not my type.”
“I believe we covered this yesterday.” I tried to keep the sting of his words from hitting my esteem and kept my eye on my pizza. “Anyway, you’re not my type either.”
He laughed. It was full and masculine and gorgeous. So, of course, I hated it. “Whatever
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