Page 32 of Final Temptation
“Wow, someone’s trying to get in my pants.” She laughed at her attempted joke.
“Think what you want, but I’m just happy to be here spending time with you.”
We spent plenty of time together as roommates, but this was different. Being outside of the apartment, alone, almost felt like what most people would consider a date—even ifI’ve never really been on a date before and we were just friends with benefits.
“Two Americanos!” the barista called out, breaking up our moment and any chance for Sophie to respond.
“So, where to?” she asked after taking a sip of her coffee.
“Depends. Would you rather walk or drive?”
“Let’s walk. It’s beautiful outside and I put on my best walking shoes.” She wiggled her feet back and forth, clacking her white sneakers together like she was fucking Dorthy inThe Wizard of Oz.
She was so fucking cute.
Cute? What am I thinking?
Pretty sure I’d never considered a girlcutebefore. I’d never allowed myself to get to know a chick so well that her personality had time to see the light of day. With Sophie, anything that came out of her mouth was fucking adorable.
Just like her outfit.
My eyes traveled from her chunky white sneakers up her tan, toned legs to her frayed jean shorts. A tank top so tight her tits were pulled to the top, making me want to close the loose white button-up she wore, so I could focus on her big brown doe eyes and the words coming out of her mouth instead. Her short, wavy blonde locks hung to her shoulders with half of it pulled back in a yellow flower clip—always with a pop of color.
“Paging Myles! You there?” Sophie waved her hand in front of my face, interrupting my slow perusal of her outfit.
“I’m busy.” I held my finger up, attempting to close the gap of her button-up, covering her perky tits.
“Myles, what are you doing?” She giggled, pulling away from me playfully.
“You decided to go the sinful route, huh?” I referred to her outfit that was currently getting me worked up.
She reared back; her hand placed on her chest. “I’m sorry, did you want me to dress like a nun to get coffee on a warm summer day?”
“It would have been preferred. Now you’ll just have to deal with my wandering eyes.” Winking, I looked down at her chest and back up at her eyes.
“I can handle you, Myles. Don’t you worry. Now, where are we walking to?” I had no doubts she could handle me. From the first kiss we ever shared, I felt I met my perfect match when it came to our physicality and flirty banter.
“Not sure. Let’s just walk and talk. What do you say?”
“Only if you hold my hand.” She was giving me an inch. A reason to touch her.
“Let’s put these flowers in the car so I can free up a hand then.”
“Deal.”
Walking out ofMugs, coffee in hand, I placed the little mason jar of flowers in the cup holder of my Jeep and reached for her hand.
With no real sense of direction, we walked hand in hand down High Street, our palms slick with sweat and not a care in the world.
Breaking up our silent moment, Sophie pulled my hand, yanking me into a random shop just a few doors down. “Shit!” she screeched under her breath, her body pressed against mine and her head buried in my chest.
Not sure what had her so wound up, going from zero to one hundred, or why she needed to hide behind me, but I didn’t mind the position we were in whatsoever.
“By all means, keep your head there. But what the hell is going on?”
Disobeying my request, she backed away slightly, looking up at me with a dip between her brows. “My dad. I just saw him in the window ofPeaksnext door.”
“You still on the outs with him?”
