Page 34 of Nerdelicious
His giant shoulders are bunched again. He’s frozen.
I send him a text, forcing my thumbs to key out the words.If you want to go, then go. I can get a ride.
His head twitches to the side, a denial.
Why wouldn’t he? She’s cute. She’s damn near perfect and she’s throwing herself at him. She’s all but begging for it. My teeth grind. My hand clenches on the butter knife sitting on the table. Iwill notturn around and throw it at her head.
Then he’s typing and Morgan Freeman’s voice fills the air again. “I can’t today. Maybe next time?”
Caroline sticks out her out bottom lip in a pretty pout. “I’ll be out of town for the next two weeks. Family trip to Florida. We’re leaving day after tomorrow.”
He types. “When you get back then?”
She’s all dimples. “That sounds great. I should get going. I have a lot of packing to do.” She stands and after a brief hesitation when he remains seated, she leans over, kisses him on the cheek, and leaves.
Five minutes later, we’re back in Fitz’s truck. We waited until she pulled out of the parking lot to leave the diner together.
I expect Beast to want to chat, but apparently, he needs a minute to process because without a word, we’re on the move. We’re almost to the road that leads to the ranch when he pulls off onto the dirt shoulder and stops under a tree.
He puts the truck in park and rubs his face.
After a few minutes of silence, I have to ask. “What is it? Why didn’t you go with her?”
His head lifts and his gaze cuts to mine.
His mouth opens and for a second my heart stops, thinking he’s actually going to speak, but then he pulls his phone out of his pocket and slides to the middle of the bench seat.
I scoot in his direction to better read what he’s typing.
I’ve never... the words stop.
I stare at his profile. “You’ve never what? Had sex?”
No. Yes.
He stops again.
“What is it? You’ve what, never been kissed?” I laugh.
He’s not laughing. I glance up at him in the silence and find him watching me, dark eyes wary, brows low.
“Oh.”
He looks away.
“No, Beast.” I put a hand on his arm but he won’t meet my eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s not funny, but it’s also not a big deal.”
That gets his attention. Eyes wide, brows up. He’s incredulous.
He types on his phone.I’m nineteen.
“So what?” Another thought makes my stomach drop. “Beast. Oh my god. When I attacked you with my mouth, is that why you stopped me?”
He rolls his eyes so hard, his head circles with the effort.You didn’t attack me. But kind of. I was nervous. I don’t know what to do. I’m probably bad at it.
“So.” My brain is trying to put all this together. Beast. This giant, hunky man has never kissed anyone? It doesn’t compute. “You’ve never ever even...” I trail off since he starts typing.
His thumbs fly over the screen.I’ve never so much as held someone’s hand. You put two and two together.
