His good looks steal my breath from me. I can’t get over the fact that he’s better looking in person than he is on TV. They shouldn’t put make up on him for the show. It takes away from him. Maybe they do it to make him look older. Whatever the reason, he’s much more handsome without it. Looking at him again, I notice he’s shifting in his seat again. Maybe I gave him too much food and he’s too polite to say so. Whatever the case, he’s nearly cleaned the entire plate. A tinge of pain rocks through me at the thought of breakfast ending. Although I had to face the pain of telling him that Alex was dead, I had enjoyed making him breakfast, talking to someone outside of my inner circle of friends and family. And, as much as it pains me to say it, being attracted to someone again. This must be what it feels like to still be alive.
Did he just say something about me making scrumptious sweets or that I would taste scrumptious? Man, I need to pay attention and stop getting lost in my head, fantasizing about him. Guess it’s easy to get lost when you’re staring at a piece of eye candy like him across the table like that. I’d like to lick him like a lollipop. Pop, pop, pop… Ok, enough of that. Focus.
“My mom always said it’s hard for people to complain when you’re sweetening them up.” Remembering the times my mom had said that makes me smile. Mom has a way of always making me feel better no matter how awful I feel. She is like sunshine on a rainy day. No one can stay in a bad mood around her. Feeling Tucker’s eyes on me, I look up and he looks lost in thought. Not wanting to break him of his trance, I just sit there and wait for him to work through it. He’s staring straight at me, but somehow I think he’s looking through me. I can’t explain the look on his face. It looks like he’s waging a battle within himself.
Clearing his throat, his eyes clear so he finally seems to see me. A small smile crosses his perfect face. It’s beautiful. This smile isn’t rehearsed or forced. It’s just him and my heart melts at the sight of it. “Sounds like something my Grams would say,” he rasps out. Something I did or said affected him and he mentioned his Grams again. She must be important to him. A small piece to the puzzle that makes up Tucker Stavros.
Seeing his plate is empty starts a hole forming in my chest. I really don’t want him to leave. How could I get him to stay a little longer without sounding like a crazy fan? “What brings you to New Hampshire?” Dammit. I didn’t mean to ask that. I’d been thinking it, but didn’t mean to ask.
Watching him squirm in his seat and looking for what to say makes me feel worse. Squaring his shoulders and taking a breath, I can tell he doesn’t want to answer this. Opening my mouth to tell him never mind, he starts, “Just needed to get away from the bullshit for a while so I hopped in my truck and started driving. This is where I ended up.” I can tell there is a lot that he left out, but I’m definitely not pushing or asking any more questions. Based off this little bit, a plan starts forming. Grabbing his plate, the little hole that formed in my chest starts to close.
Chapter Six
Adriana & Tucker
In the kitchen, putting the dishes in the dish washer, I can feel Tucker’s eyes on me and heat pools in my lower regions. I know thinking like this is wrong. It’s wrong because I’m still in love with Alex. It’s wrong because if I let something happen, he’ll just go back to his show, forgetting about me and adding me to the other notches in his belt. And, it’s wrong because he has a girlfriend. Oh my God. How could I forget he has a girlfriend? Here I am fantasizing about all the ways and places I’d like him to take me and he’s probably anxious to get back in his truck back to his hot super model girlfriend.
Did he just say something about me making scrumptious sweets or that I would taste scrumptious? Man, I need to pay attention and stop getting lost in my head, fantasizing about him. Guess it’s easy to get lost when you’re staring at a piece of eye candy like him across the table like that. I’d like to lick him like a lollipop. Pop, pop, pop… Ok, enough of that. Focus.
“My mom always said it’s hard for people to complain when you’re sweetening them up.” Remembering the times my mom had said that makes me smile. Mom has a way of always making me feel better no matter how awful I feel. She is like sunshine on a rainy day. No one can stay in a bad mood around her. Feeling Tucker’s eyes on me, I look up and he looks lost in thought. Not wanting to break him of his trance, I just sit there and wait for him to work through it. He’s staring straight at me, but somehow I think he’s looking through me. I can’t explain the look on his face. It looks like he’s waging a battle within himself.
Clearing his throat, his eyes clear so he finally seems to see me. A small smile crosses his perfect face. It’s beautiful. This smile isn’t rehearsed or forced. It’s just him and my heart melts at the sight of it. “Sounds like something my Grams would say,” he rasps out. Something I did or said affected him and he mentioned his Grams again. She must be important to him. A small piece to the puzzle that makes up Tucker Stavros.
Seeing his plate is empty starts a hole forming in my chest. I really don’t want him to leave. How could I get him to stay a little longer without sounding like a crazy fan? “What brings you to New Hampshire?” Dammit. I didn’t mean to ask that. I’d been thinking it, but didn’t mean to ask.
Watching him squirm in his seat and looking for what to say makes me feel worse. Squaring his shoulders and taking a breath, I can tell he doesn’t want to answer this. Opening my mouth to tell him never mind, he starts, “Just needed to get away from the bullshit for a while so I hopped in my truck and started driving. This is where I ended up.” I can tell there is a lot that he left out, but I’m definitely not pushing or asking any more questions. Based off this little bit, a plan starts forming. Grabbing his plate, the little hole that formed in my chest starts to close.
Chapter Six
Adriana & Tucker
In the kitchen, putting the dishes in the dish washer, I can feel Tucker’s eyes on me and heat pools in my lower regions. I know thinking like this is wrong. It’s wrong because I’m still in love with Alex. It’s wrong because if I let something happen, he’ll just go back to his show, forgetting about me and adding me to the other notches in his belt. And, it’s wrong because he has a girlfriend. Oh my God. How could I forget he has a girlfriend? Here I am fantasizing about all the ways and places I’d like him to take me and he’s probably anxious to get back in his truck back to his hot super model girlfriend.
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