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A strand of hair falls over her face.
I reach out and brush it behind her ear.
Her eyes never stray from mine as she licks her lips.
My thumb skates her cheek, heat pulsing through my veins.
“Rixie…”
A shrill ringtone cuts through the air.
“Oh, shit, that’s Riley’s ringtone.” She hisses, rolling onto her back. “I forgot to text her back this morning.”
My hand falls away when she pushes up to standing.
“I’ll just…” She gestures for the door. “Go take this.”
“Right.” I clear my throat.
She rushes out of the room, the double doors swinging shut behind her with a deafening click.
My lungs deflate as reality smacks me in the face.
I’m so fucked.
I hide my grin behind my water bottle.
“They're not even on the same planet.” Hendrix slaps her palm against the table. Fries escape the red basket and litter the wood, but she doesn’t seem to notice as she continues on her rant. “The Conjuring series beats Insidious every single time. Just for the love story alone.”
“Pretty sure it’s not meant to be a love story, Rixie.”
She scoffs around her straw as she greedily sucks down her milkshake.
“If you can watch those films and not find them romantic, you’re completely…” She trails off as a server drops wings onto the table. She gives them a thanks with a sweet smile before turning back to me and narrowing her expression. “Dead inside.”
I chortle as I snatch up some fries and lean back in the booth. “I’ve only watched the first one, and it was definitelynotromantic.”
She gasps. “Then why are we even arguing about this? You have no leg to stand on if you haven’t watched the whole series.”
“Pretty sure we aren’t arguing. You just decided to go on a…” I flick my phone over, glancing at the time. “Seven-minute rant about how it’s the mostbeautiful love storyof all time.”
“I do not sound like that.” Her lips twist into a grimace, eyes crinkling and nose creasing. “And it definitely wasn’t seven minutes. You’re making that up.”
“Am not.” I smirk, shoving the fries in my mouth.
She goes to say something, but churlish giggles sound from the neighbouring table, followed by chatter that includes my name.
I blow air into my cheeks and rap the table.
“I think you’ve been caught.” Hendrix winces and pushes her chair back. “We should probably get out of here. Just wait there, and hunker down.”
“Hunker down?” My gaze slants as I discreetly tap on my phone under the table.
“You know what I meant.” She waves me off. “I’ll go see if we can get this wrapped up.”
“No bother, I’ve already sorted it.” I stand up, toss some cash on the table for a tip, and pull my cap lower on my head.
Hendrix shuffles beside me. “What do you mean you’ve already sorted it?”
