Page 89 of How To Tackle A Crush
I brush my thumb lightly along her arm.
“You don’t,” I say quietly. “Not with me.”
She nods slightly.
“And that,” she admits, “might be why I ended up naked with you twelve hours after meeting your son.”
I chuckle. “That does seem like a strong indicator.”
She smiles against my shoulder.
I shift slightly, then without really thinking about it I guide her gently onto her back. She lets me, watching me like she’s trying to understand something rather than just react to it.
I brace one arm beside her, leaning over her, close enough to feel her breath catch again.
“What?” she asks quietly.
I lock eyes with her.
“You have a very inaccurate self-assessment,” I tell her.
Her brow furrows. “Excuse me?”
“I like that you notice things,” I say. “Most people don’t. They just… exist loudly.”
That earns a small smile.
“I like that you knew about the velociraptors having feathers.”
“That is a scientifically supported position.”
“I like that you say things like that with complete seriousness.”
She snorts softly.
“And you are funny,” I continue.
“I am not funny.”
“You absolutely are.”
“I am observant. That’s different.”
“You tricked me into looking away so you could score,” I remind her.
“That was tactical brilliance.”
“That was a fake distraction.”
“That was thegoal.”
I grin. “Exactly. Funny.”
Her cheeks warm slightly but she doesn’t look away.
“And you’re beautiful,” I say.
She immediately shakes her head. “Let’s not—”
