Page 62 of Spin The Bottle
“What the hell is on your face?” I ask her, unable to stop laughing.
Her eyebrows raise. “You’ve never heard of a face mask?”
I shake my head. “What the fuck is that?”
“Men,” she sighs. “I don’t have time for this. You could have texted.”
My eyebrow lifts. “And you would have answered?”
She contemplates it for a second, shakes her head. “We don’t have any plans.”
“I wanted to see you,” I offer with a shrug. “Can I not come and see you?” Another sigh leaves her mouth as she closes her eyes. How does this girl look so fucking good even with her face painted green?
“I’m sorry, now is not a good time.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can’t come in,” she says.
“Why not?” She looks to the side, avoiding me. My heart starts to race, my palms getting sweaty. “Leila, if you have some guy in there—”
“What?” she interrupts, looking at me. “No. I don’t. Why would you think that?”
I shrug. “You’re being weird about letting me in.”
“Aiden,” she sighs. “I’m on my period. There, are you happy? You can’t come in because we can’t fuck.”
My eyebrows raise at the bite in her tone. “That doesn’t matter.”
Her eyes narrow. “Did you not hear me?” she asks. “I said we can’t fuck.”
“And I said that doesn’t matter. I wanted to see you. Doesn’t matter what we do, I just want to be with you.”
“You wanted to see me?”
“Yes.”
“With clothes on?”
“Yes,” I exasperate, throwing my hands up. “Is that so hard to believe?” She stares at me, lips parted as she looks at me with disbelief. “Are you going to let me in or not?”
She steps back, opening the door wider so I can come into her apartment and close the door behind us. When I face her, my hands itch, very unaware of what I can do in this situation. “Do you need ice cream or something?” I ask her. “A foot rub maybe?”
She tilts her head at me. “Do you have any sisters?”
“Two brothers,” I tell her. “Don’t know shit about what’s going on with your body,” I admit. “But I’ll do whatever you need to make it better.”
Her lips press together, trying to hide her smile and then she shakes her head. “I’m good. I’m on my last day.” When I nod, she squints at me. “You really want to be here?”
I laugh, closing the space between us. “Ineedto be here right now. There’s nowhere else I want to be.” I lean down to kiss her, the cold green goo on her face landing on mine. I pull back, wiping it.
I must be fucking dreaming because I hear the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. My eyes widen when I look back at her and she’s laughing. She’s laughing. With me. Holy shit. My heart is about to leave my chest. This beautiful woman is laughing, and she scrunches her nose when she does. God, she’s adorable. I’d never tell her that because she’d probably cut my balls off, but she’s so fucking adorable I want to kiss her. So. Fucking. Bad.
I lean down, brushing our lips together. She hums in my mouth, pushing me away. “Your face is covered in it,” she says in a fit of laughter. The corner of her eyes wrinkling with joy. God, I’ve never been so happy before.
“I don’t care,” I mumble before I lean down and kiss her again.
“Aiden,” she says, pulling away again. “I have to clean you up.”
