Page 127 of Just for the Plot
“Huh, what? Yeah. Are you okay?”
He chuckles, the sound so freaking sexy that it actually makes my knees want to wobble, a—dare I say it—swoon, ready to sweep me right off my feet.
“I’m good. You just were staring there for a second.”
“Oh, uh, I was thinking.”
“Thinking about what?”
“Cockroaches,” I say, the first thing coming to mind.
His nose scrunches up. “Why were you thinking about cockroaches?”
“Why not?”
“Because they’re gross.”
“You know, cockroaches are always so hated on. It’s rude if you think about it. Why can’t they have a normal life like the rest of us?”
“Because they’re gross.”
“Ugh.” I roll my eyes and lean against the counter. “Cockroach hater.”
“Yeah, not sure you would find many cockroach lovers.”
“Oh yeah? I bet you’re wrong. There are many cockroach lovers out there in the world. Clubs actually devoted to the love of those brown insects and given your disgusting display of prejudice, I might just take you to one.”
“Yeah, you do that, Bower. Take me to a cockroach club, where they probably let cockroaches squirm all over your body.”
I full-on shiver, causing him to laugh.
“That’s what I thought.” He hops off the counter and takes my hand. “Come on, let’s get this video over and done with.”
“Gretchen approves,” Bennett says as he rests on my couch.
“Thank goodness for that, as we wouldn’t want to disappointGretchen.” I bring over two glasses of chocolate milk and set them on the coffee table, where the cupcakes are waiting for us. “Now listen,” I say, holding up my finger. “I think we need to have some ground rules before we consume.”
“Yeah?” he asks, draping his arm over the back of the couch, his shirt stretching out over his broad chest. “What kind of ground rules?”
“First of all, this cupcake is mine, and this one is yours.” I point to each cupcake. “And it is your responsibility to remember that. Second, there will be no stealing of the cupcakes. Once you consume your cupcake, that’s it, you’re done. Understood?”
“Afraid I’ll snatch yours?”
“Yes, and even though I had six cupcakes in the last twenty-four hours, I refuse to let you take this away from me.”
He cutely chuckles. “Got it.”
“Oh, and there will be no…shenanigans.”
He lifts up his cupcake and pulls off the wrapper. “Please define ‘shenanigans.’”
I eye him. “You know what I’m talking about.”
“Ehh, not really. There could be a bunch of things you’re referring to—”
“The dry-humping, Bennett. There will be no dry-humping.”
He chuckles. “Ahh, that. Yeah, I wasn’t going to go there again.”
