Page 28 of Forever Cursed

“One hundred?—”

“Not gonna happen. You’re stuck with me.” Raina giggles like an evil queen.

The two of them go back and forth.

Chrissy chuckles, and I immediately turn my attention to her. My lips turn upward, pulling on my cheeks, when Chrissy smiles widely. Reaching across the table, I take her hand, and sparks ignite along my skin.

“Want to get out of here?” I ask with a hopeful tone.

With an eager nod, Chrissy stands from her chair and grabs her stuff. “Let’s go.”

Chapter Sixteen

Chrissy

No one can say I didn’t try, but Gwen might. The look she throws at me when Rome and I enter the cat café screams “I told you so.” And now I owe that bitch five bucks.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and fresh, out-of-the-oven pastries wafts through the air. Rome sits in a booth, and I follow suit. I observe him as he looks over the menu, admiring how his sea-glass eyes dance along the words.

His hair is more relaxed today, not slicked back. It covers his forehead and ears, making my fingers itch with the desire to run them through his locks. His cologne tickles my nose, sandalwood and salty ocean air.

Closing my eyes, I can imagine the two of us on the beach, listening to the waves, and feeling the gritty sand on our skin. Him shirtless, and me wanting nothing more than to feel his power between my legs.

“Chrissy, are you okay?” Gwen interrupts my thoughts. “You look like you were having averypleasant dream.”

“I was thinking,” I blurt out.

“Again?” Rome asks without looking at me.

Gwen chuckles. “Uh-huh, sure you were,” she teases. “Anyway, since you’re my two favorite people, I’ll take your order here. Can I get you guys anything?”

“Iced vanilla coffee and a chocolate croissant, please.” I bat my eyelashes at her as she jots it down.

“Rome?”

“Just water.”

Both Gwen’s and my eyebrows raise instantaneously. “That’s it?” we ask at the same time, earning a baffled stare from Rome.

“What? I have to watch my figure.” He rubs his stomach.

I know damn well that the last thing that boy is watching is his figure. He looks like he needs four thousand calories a day to maintain his weight.

“Can you bring him a blueberry muffin?” I ask, and Gwen winks at me.

“Chrissy, I have to be good.” He sighs, and I roll my eyes.

“Shut up and eat the carbs, muscle man,” I snap at him with a playful tone.

Rome drops the menu and raises his hands. “Damn, my girl’s got a bite. Whatever you say, Wildflower.”

My girl.

Wildflower.

These next couple of months are going to be rough.

Gwen is quick to bring us our drinks and pastries, and I chew on my straw as I bop my head to the song that comes on next, “Genie In A Bottle”by Christina Aguilera.

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