Page 27 of My Turn Petal
Making it to my apartment, I fish through my purse, searching for my keys to make sure I was right about my assumption.
Fuck!
He took them.
I crouch on the floor, shaking the entire content of my purse into a pile, and nothing.
“I’m going to kill you.” I mouth the words to myself.
The handle of my door twists and the door slowly opens up.
Theo’s broad shoulders come into view, standing above me. A satisfied curve makes its way to the corner of his mouth.
Okay, I’m super pissed because my bike means everything to me, but I’m so fucking surprised he took it that far and has that smug face right now.
I did not expect him to do that.
“Thought you can trick me, huh?” he bends down, folding his knees, hands clasped. “While you were busy running withmykeys. I took a ride on your beast.“ He wiggles his eyebrows.
“I’m very angry,” I say in a clipped tone. “I promised to kick someone’s balls for my bike.”
His expression turns serious and he understands what I’m saying even without saying it. “I should’ve told you even though it worked well with my plan for our dinner night.”
I cut him. “Dinner night?”
“Yeah,” he ruffles his hair, “That’s what I meant when I said I had to fix something at home, it was this.”
Helping me retrieve the mess into my purse, he takes my wrist and leads me inside.
I hurry to remark, “This does not mean I won’t kick your balls for my bike.”
“And my balls will be at your disposal later.”
I inhale the smell of burgers as I pace toward the dinner he organized on my dining table.
“I asked delivery to drop it around eight, he called when we were playing, and since you took my keys and I took yours, I didn’t have a choice.”
I sign out a laugh. “I just panicked when I didn’t see my bike.”
Pursing his lips, he signals me to take a seat. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I tease, “You have a nice sleight of hand.”
“Thought you might like it since you did it so smoothly to me.”
“When did you figure it out?”
“A minute after,” he explains, “I always check my pockets every few minutes so I knew you must have taken them when you played with my shirt.” He crosses his arms.
I take a seat and grab the greasy, delicious, mouthwatering burger between my palms. “Thank you, you truly know how to feed me properly.”
“You’re welcome, but I’m not sure you should thank me,” he chews a huge bite, “This is a lesson for you, petal.” He takes a seat next to me, “I’m a patient fucker, and when you try to fuck with me, I’d make it unbearable for you.”
“Just don’t give me a reason to kick you in the balls.”
His lips curve upward while he shakes his head sideways.
Gulping down the big bite I took, I think I’m getting a clearer image of what Theo meant by keeping my mind open.
