Page 72 of Pucking Matt
I shrug. "It's true."
My phone buzzes in my pocket. It's Riley, finally responding to my text about Matt from yesterday. I ignore it for now.
"Do you remember Riley?" I ask, tucking my phone away.
"Riley? Yeah. You still friends with her?"
I nod. "Best friends. She just texted me."
"You know she actually threatened me once," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.
My eyebrows shoot up. "What?" I can't help but smile.
He laughs. "Yeah, told me to leave you alone. Said I didn't understand shit, and if I did anything to you, she'd hurt me…bad."
I laugh, picturing Riley trying to intimidate high school Matt.
His eyes flick to my hands. "What do you tell her about me?"
"What?" I ask, incredulous. The audacity of this guy.
“Yeah,” he says, leaning in. “I know you probably told her about all of this from the last few weeks. What do you tell her?”
“That’s private.”
He clicks his tongue. “Ah, so you have told her. That’s vital information right there.”
I scoff. “You’re impossible. See, this is why I don’t like you. You’re keeping a mental list so you can hold it against me later.”
He snickers, letting out hot air, as his eyes meet mine. “I can think of other things to hold against you.”
Our eyes connect as I scowl.
“You walked into that one,” he teases.
And my heart gallops in my chest. I lean in closer and whisper, “You better be careful there, Matthew.”
He smiles, his gaze softening. “Or what, Amber?”
I look between his eyes because the spark in them right now could set me on fire.
“Or what?” he asks again, daring to lean in further.
If I grabbed him by the balls, would he let me? Yeah, by that smirk, I think so.
"Excuse me, can I order some cookies?" a voice interrupts us.
I hurry to the register, grateful for the distraction and embarrassed about that heated moment in front of these customers. "Of course. How many would you like?"
After the customer pays, I give them their cookies and then they leave. Once they’re out the door, Matt holds out a cookie. "Want one? I could go for a few myself."
"Don't even start," I warn. "They're addicting."
He grins, still offering the cookie. "Then I'm definitely getting you started. I've never seen you addicted to anything…well, except for hating me."
I snatch the cookie, glaring at him as he laughs. "I'm not addicted tothat."
"You’re just always trying to one-up me," he jokes. "But hey, I get it. I like to win too."
