Page 58 of Unexpected Forever
“Yeah?” I sit up straight, snapping out of my daydream. “Sorry. What did you say?”
He’s standing on the other side of the island, smirking like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “I said, I’m glad to see you’re eating.”
“Oh, yeah. Peanut butter burritos.”
His eyes light up. “I’ve been eating those since I was a kid. I used to eat those a lot on the road as a quick snack.”
I nod. “Megan told me. No wonder it’s all the kid seems to want. It’s the one thing I’ve been able to keep down so far.”
His brow furrows. “Are you still feeling sick?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Sometimes, but it’s a million times better than it was at first. It gets better the further along I get.”
“I’ll be happy to make you one of mine next time. They’re top-notch.”
“And he’s so modest, ladies and gentlemen.”
“Why be modest when you know you’re good at something?”
I shake my head and chuckle, admiring the movement of his throat when he takes a drink of water.
After he swallows, he narrows his eyes at my plate.
“Hold on, what else is going on there?” He gestures to the half-eaten burrito.
“Oh, I added an egg, bacon, and sweet relish.”
“Relish?”
“Yep, and it has to be sweet.”
He grimaces. “That’s disgusting. Why would you ruin it with sweet relish of all things?”
I shrug and rub my stomach. “Nugget likes what Nugget likes. Who am I to judge?”
He makes a gagging sound and I laugh, picking up the food and taunting him with it. “Aw, come on now. This little thing is going to make you gag?”
“Get that away from me, Charley. I hate sweet relish. Pickles aren’t supposed to be sweet.”
I slide off the stool, coming around to his side, waving it toward him. “Come on, just try it. You’ll love it.”
He steps back with a hand out. “That’s nasty.”
I start laughing as I get closer to him. “Try it. For me?”
“No way.” Laughter fills his voice as he turns his head when I put the food up toward his face.
“But Nugget wants you to try it.”
He side-eyes me and then looks at the food in my hand. “Fine. But you don’t play fair.”
He grips my wrist and lowers his head, taking a bite. My breath hitches at the contact of his skin on mine.
I watch as he chews and I know when he’s hit the relish. His nose wrinkles and he swallows fast. “Fuck, that’s disgusting.”
We laugh, and it takes a moment for me to realize he still has his fingers wrapped around my wrist. His smile fades when his eyes meet mine, and he tugs me closer.
My insides light up like a Christmas tree being so close to him.
