Page 74 of Breaking Point
“Can I veto this question?”
I feel a bit of a sting at that. Especially after being so honest, but I suppose I wasn’t, not fully. After all, I’m hiding Drew fromher. If she wants to keep secrets, that’s fair. I’d be a hypocrite if I said no…but a part of me wants to.
“All right.” I ponder what to ask next before settling on, “What’s your love language?”
Surprise flickers across her features. “You know what love languages are?”
“Of course. Don’t be so surprised.”
She holds up her hands in surrender. “Sorry, it’s just…” She shakes her head. “Love language. Hmm. I’d have to say acts of service and physical touch.” She peers at me out of the corner of her eye. “You?”
“Physical touch and quality time.”
She nods before whispering, “I take it people are going to expect you to be touchy-feely with me?”
My cheeks heat. Rubbing the nape of my neck, I relent, “Extremely.”
She bits her lower lip, the movement drawing my gaze to the plushness of them.I wonder how soft they are.
“We should work on that next.”
“On what?” I ask, struggling to tear my gaze away from her lips.
“Being comfortable physically with one another. If at our first public appearance we’re dancing around each other awkwardly, people will be able to tell we’re not physical all the time.”
Fuck, I didn’t think of that, and yet the idea doesn’t sound horrible in the slightest.
Licking my suddenly dry lips, I throw caution to the wind and slide my large palm into her tiny one, reveling in the softness of her skin and the sharp intake of her breath. “Is this…okay?”
She nods her head emphatically. “Yes.”
Yet her voice is high-pitched, her breathing labored. Am I making her uncomfortable? “Are you sure? I won’t be offended?—”
Her hand tightens in mine, silencing me.
I squeeze hers back understandingly. “We can work on the rest when there aren’t eyes on us.”
Her head lifts as if she’s just realized we’re surrounded by people, no longer in that little nook of an alley that was deserted.
She straightens immediately. “My turn. When was your last relationship?”
“I’ve actually never had one.”
Her head whips to me. “Never?”
“Never.” I can’t help but laugh at her stunned expression. Squeezing her hand, I drawl, “I’m not a saint, Bella, so wipe that look off your face. I’ve just never committed to anyone seriously.” Have never met anyone that I wanted to.
Something dawns across her face. “Of course. Why would you when there is a plethora of puck bunnies?”
“The bunnies get old really fast.”
Her brow quirks. “That’s not how it seemed my first day of work.”
My cheeks heat with embarrassment and shame. “That was…not my finest hour.”
“Oh, and what was?”
Grinning, I pull out of her grip, only to wrap my arm around her shoulder, savoring the way the scent of her shampoo rises to greet me. “This is.”
