Page 99 of Twisted Shot
“You know it,” he says, and then he grins—really grins.
God, that smile should come with a warning label.His whole face transforms, full lips stretching wide, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners, and a devastating little dimple appearing, only on the left side.
She wants to kiss it. Lick it. Maybe bite it a little.
“I feel like I just learned a secret,” she murmurs.
“What, that I’m a sucker for an inspirational sports movie?” His tone is mock-serious. “Shocking, I know.”
“No,” she says, smiling up at him. “That you’re funny.”
She laughs, and it comes from deep in her belly, real and surprised and unfiltered. How is this happening? How is she laughing in bed with Theo, naked, tangled in the crisp hotel room sheets, after the most soul-shattering sex of her life?
He brushes a strand of hair from her cheek, thumb lingering long enough to make her pulse stutter. “What about you?” he asks. “Favorite movie?”
“How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days,” she answers promptly. “Kate Hudson is a marketing goddess.”
Theo squints at her as if she spoke another language. “Never seen it.”
She gasps, dramatic. “What? How have you never seen it?”
“Is that the one with the yellow dress?” he asks cautiously, clearly guessing.
“Yes,” she huffs. “And the love fern. We’re watching it. Immediately.”
“You’re gonna make me sit through a romcom?” he groans, but he’s smiling.
“Absolutely. It’s a requirement now.”
He shifts slightly, propping himself up on one elbow as he looks down at her. “Okay, fine. But only if you tell me your favorite food.”
“Cereal,” she says, stretching like a cat.
He blinks. “That’s not food, that’s a cry for help.”
“Excuse you,” she says with mock indignation. “It is the perfect food. No prep, no cleanup, infinite flavor combinations. A little bowl of joy.”
Theo snorts, clearly amused. “You’re surreal.”
“You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it first.”
Still smiling, he leans over, grabs the hotel phone from the nightstand, and starts pressing buttons.
“What are you doing?” she asks, propping herself up.
“Ordering you a bowl of joy,” he says simply. “You must be starving. You were working all night.”
Mila stares at him. Something shifts in her chest, warm and a little wobbly. God, he’s doing it again. This gentle, thoughtful version of him. She didn’t expect it. She thought Theo was all edges and silence and brute force on skates. But here he is, making her laugh. Ordering her cereal at midnight.
She watches him move, still deliciouslynaked as he pads to the bathroom, her eyes glued to the curve of his ass, She hears the tap run and Theo returns with a glass of water.
“We need to feed you and keep you hydrated,” he says, offering it to her with mock gravity. “I’ve got big plans.”
She arches a brow, staring pointedly at Theo’s growing erection. “You’re telling me.”
She takes it from him, hand brushing his, and smirks. “This is dangerously close to boyfriend behavior.”
He settles back into bed, tugging her into the warm space beneath his arm. “I’m not scared.”
