I have the stupidest friends. Matt isn�t even my friend! Why� ugh, damn Ryan for making me meet all his overprotective, horny friends.
�Don�t. It�s not your fault you have protective friends.�
He smiled at me. A real smile. A now-I�m-going-to-melt-into-the-floor-because-of-it smile.
�Plus, I should have expected it considering you have all these guys around you all the time and� you�re you. I�ve threatened to kick my own ass if I hurt you.�
*
She started laughing at that. A slip of my tongue and I brought that smile, the melodic laughter all back.
�Well, there�s no need for that.�
A wicked gleam took over her eyes. Ooohh, I could get used to that too.
�I�ll kick your ass if you hurt me.�
Before I could stop myself, I shrugged and the words spilled from my mouth.
�Not like that would be much of a punishment. I�d enjoy it too much.�
*
He did not just say that!
I couldn�t stop the laughter or the blush that consumed me.
How much jail time would I get for kidnapping him?
Calming down just enough to get a few words out of my mouth, I bit my lip.
�Well then. I�ll remember to bring my handcuffs.�
*
I had to fight to keep the groan silent, images I�d been fighting just a few hours earlier pouring back into my head. How in hell did this conversation go from completely innocent and polite to saturated in sexual innuendos?
�I guess you will.�
Her eyes sparkled behind the lenses of her glasses.
Damn straight. I knew I could get it to come back. Didn�t think I�d have to allow her to glimpse a small part of my sexual fantasies to do it� but hell, whatever works.
�But I am sorry that I have outspoken friends. I can only imagine that what was said when you were trapped with three of them was much worse than death threats. I should have known better to leave you alone with them. They� think they�re bigger men than what they are.�
I held up my hand to stop what ever other apologies might come.
�Don�t worry about it. It�s cool. I do the exact same thing to my sisters - terrorize any boy that enters our house even if they are �just a friend�.�
I watched her slide one hand across the table until it met mine, a finger tracing the veins and tendons that showed on the top.
�So it doesn�t bother you?�
Her eyes avoiding mine. Voice hesitant. There�s something more to that question than what�s at face value. But what?
�What right do I have for it to bother me?�
Her eyes lifted until they met mine.
*
He�s right.
What right did he have?
Why did I even ask that?
I love how blue his eyes are.
�Would it be completely wrong for me to tell you how much I missed you?�
He smiled.
�No because I missed you just as much.�
This is me melting into the booth.
And this is me, falling completely in love with this random man with a killer smile named Nick.
*
Her eyes went back towards the table, her fingers resuming their tracing of my hand.
The sparkle had faded again. As soon as I told her I missed her, it faded. Why? I would think she�d be� not necessarily happy to hear that, but� feeling something positive knowing that I missed her while she missed me.
Turning my hand over, I gently wrapped my fingers around hers, slowly bringing it up to my lips. Her eyes followed.
I love her hands. They�re so� small, delicate. Completely different from mine. Silver polish on her not-too-long nails.
Brushing her knuckles against my lips, I met her eyes afraid to find tears in them because of something I�d said.
�What�s wrong Kara?�
*
What is wrong with you, Kara?!
Oh yeah, I�ve ceased to breathe again.
Why must he be so damn sweet?!
�I�m fine.�
Running his thumb over my knuckles, I tried to pull my self from his gaze, failing horribly.
�Liar.�
What? Did he seriously just call me that?
�If you follow that up with �sinner� or �liars go to hell�, I will slap you.�
Now it was his turn to look confused.
�What? Why would I say that?�
Pulling my hand from his grasp, I removed my glasses and rubbed my face to get my mind to stop spinning. Returning the frames to my face, I smiled, hoping this would change our conversation subject.
�Zach. He says that. At random, he�ll call me a liar after something I�ve said and then precede to tell me I�m a sinner or that liars go to hell. It can go on forever. You just sounded like him for a second.�
He nodded slowly, still incredibly confused.
Change subject, change subject, change subject.
�But you�re still lying. Something�s wrong.�
Damn.
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