Page 12 of Heart Match

‘What?’ I ask, still trying to figure out what’s so amusing about this.

‘Nothing. You haven’t told me yours yet,’ he says.

‘Olivia, but everyone calls me Livvy,’ I say.

‘Well, nice to meet you, Olivia Charlton. I like your name,’ he says.

I swear to God, if he says my name like that again I’m definitely skipping dinner.

‘Nice to meet you, Lucas.’

‘You can call me Luc,’ he says.

Luc it is then.

He helps me set the table, which is my kitchen island. We sit side by side on the high stools. He watches me intently as I serve him the steamy pasta and sprinkle some Grana Padano cheese over, then as I help myself.

‘This is really good,’ he says after the first mouthful.

‘I’m glad you like it. Thank you again,’ I say, referring to last night.

‘How many times are you still going to thank me?’

‘I don’t know,’ I say blushing, staring down at my food because I know his magnetic eyes are on me.

‘I didn’t do anything,’ he says, turning sideways and propping his foot on my stool. I like that. The proximity—again. Should I put some music on or would it be too suggestive?

‘We both know you did more than that. Let me remember, there was the part you might have held my hair, then the part you took my clothes off, and …’

‘Olivia. It was nothing. I just put you on your bed and left,’ he says, his eyes serious fixed on mine, because I have found the courage to look at him again.

‘Exactly. That’s the point …’ I say, and watch him for his response, in the hopes he got what I mean.

He raises an eyebrow, in the way that says, really?

‘So you’re thankful that I didn’t do anything … to you?’

‘Hmm … I guess you can say that. I mean, you could have, I don’t know …’

‘… What?’

The shock on his face. Priceless.

‘Taken advantage of the whole situation, you know …’

‘Ha. Lucky for you I’m not that kind of guy.’

‘Hmm. Lucky me.’ Our eyes lock.

‘If I want to do anything to you, I’m gonna need you to be fully conscious so you won’t forget how I made you feel.’ He drags his eyes from mine down to my mouth.

Fuck. Damn. Who is this guy?

He says this in such a calm voice you’d think he just said he’s taking the trash out. I shift myself on the stool and try to quickly reorganise my thoughts so I can give him a good answer, because he just caught me by surprise. But, my eyes dart to his mouth too.

‘And do you?’ I ask, surprising even myself. Where is this going?

‘What do you think?’ his expression is serious and daring. He looks like a sexy devil with his thick inky black eyebrows. He’s still staring at my mouth when I lift my gaze back to his eyes.

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