Page 25 of Swept Away
His eyes move over my face before briefly sitting on my lips.
“As in…?”
He lifts his gaze.
“Would you be interested in going out with me and my friend?”
He flashes a grin.
“And his friend,” he continues, gesturing at the car behind him.
I look at the car and then back at him.
“Were you waiting for me?” I ask incredulously.
“Uh-huh.”
“You could’ve…”
I remember his phone wasn’t working last night, and I push the rest of my words back.
I don’t know whether to tell him that I called him.
I surely don’t want to relay to him that I was checking on him.
“Something’s wrong with your phone,” I say, and I hate myself for saying that, but I just couldn’t resist.
He lifts an eyebrow at me, his smile melting my T-shirt off.
“You called me?”
“I didn’t call you. I wanted to… Never mind. I need to get in,” I say, pushing the door open and walking into the building.
He follows me inside.
“So, are you coming?” he asks as I insert the key into the lock, shift it, and push the door to my place open.
“How’s the cat?” he asks from the doorstep as I set the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter.
He walks in, and the door clicks shut behind him, prompting me to move my eyes in his direction.
I watch him walk across my living room, and a moment later, he places the other bag of groceries in front of me.
“He’s gone, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he is,”I say, unloading the groceries and turning my back to him.
“You’re mad at me?” he says, and I glance at him over my shoulder.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” he says, moving between me and the kitchen counter, taking the bag of avocados from my hand, and dropping it on the table.
“You flatter yourself,” I say, not knowing what he’s up to.
The kitchen seems so small with him smack in the middle, and my senses get tormented by his presence.
Everything becomes about him right now.
