Page 95 of Pucking Matt
She smiles, poking my rib. I laugh, dodging her fingers.
“I can take your order,” the cashier says. I walk up and order a box of the weekly specials.
“A 6-box of the specials and then a 4-box of chocolate chip cookies.”
Amber says, “Don’t order extra chocolate chips.”
I shrug. “You can eat them all tonight.”
She glares at me, so I say, “Or freeze them for later.” I look at the cashier. “I’m ordering it.”
“Thank you,” Amber says to the worker and then turns to me. “Do you ever listen?”
I clench my teeth, paying the cashier. “Do you?”
“Whatever, Pearson. Like I said before, I can only handle two cookies tops.”
As we’re walking to my truck, I have two boxes of cookies in my arms, so I say, “I have the cookies, so open your own door for once. Pfft,” I spit.
She walks to the driver’s side and opens my door for me. I pause as she waits for me to get in.
“Wow, Hughes. Nobody has ever opened my door for me,” I say, getting in.
“Do you like it, princess?” she asks.
“Yeah, this is kind of nice. Do you wanna buckle me in too?”
“Buckle you in?” she scoffs. “Buckle yourself in.” Right as she says it, I think she regrets it because I see her slowly changing her mind as she hesitates to shut my door. I put the cookies in the back seat. She huffs. “Fine, but only this once because you bought me cookies for dessert.”
She pulls the seatbelt as much as she can and then steps up to reach over. First, her scent hits me and then her long hair tickles my forearm. Her thighs are pressed against my leg. She’s trying to get her hair out of the way so she can see. I help her and then I hear the seatbelt click. She steps back, falling on the ground withher two feet. I loved that more than I should have. Now I know why Michelle always wanted me to buckle her in. It’s hot.
“There,” she says, proud of herself. She grabs the seatbelt strap and it flicks back on my chest. “Good. It works.”
She shuts the door and walks around the front of the truck. I wait for her to get buckled as I point to the back. “Should we buckle in the cookies too?”
She laughs.
“So, wanna eat them at your place?”
“My place?” she scoffs. “You are just inviting yourself everywhere that I am, aren’t you?”
I smirk. “I thought you were used to that by now.”
“So, uh, why can’t we go back to your place?”
I shrug. “I live with three other guys.”
“Oh,” she says.
“Yeah. I’ll leave it up to you.”
She takes a moment to think. “Whatever house is closer because I really want a cookie. Do you smell that? They smell incredible.”
“Yeah, they smell pretty good.” I start the truck and drive off.
“Whose place is closer?” she asks.
“That would be mine.”
