Page 122 of Catfish

Pros versus cons—if the sex was amazing, it’d outweigh a lot of his moody ways. I wouldn’t mind letting him keep some of those frowns because he’s dead sexy with his broody, fuck-the-world attitude.

Granted, I know the moment we leave this place, things are going to go right back to dry and normal. And, more importantly, professional.

"Sorry," I voice, plopping across from him at the small table. Picking up the burger and taking off the tomato, I bite into it and fight back the moan that wants to escape my lips. "I haven't eaten since last night, and this burger is absolutely kill-worthy right now."

“Couldn’t tell.” He points to my white T-shirt for me to find a red blob of ketchup on my right boob.

Fucking condiments.

A napkin appears in front of me, and I graciously take it before Wade's name is chanted to take his turn.

“I’ll be right back,” he quips, rising from his chair. “I need to beat the lady over there who’s been running her mouth.”

My lips crack in a grin. “What? Seriously? She’s a woman.”

“So?” He says it so seriously that it makes my grin turn into a smile.

“Do you know how not to be competitive?” He blinks at me. Leaning back in my chair, I examine the people by the lanes. “Which one?”

“Pink top, blue jeans, wearing her hair like we’re still in the eighties.” I find her the moment he mentions the hair.

Blonde, frizzy, and a whole lot of hair spray, a middle-aged woman is swinging her arms and clapping her hands like she’s getting ready to run a sprint at a track meet.

“Do you know how to be normal for one minute without being so aggressive?”

“You’re not the only one who’s not basic, Miss Shelton." He starts to walk off, but I stretch and reach for him, almost falling out of my seat.

"Wait, you have to take a bite." I don't wait; just practically shove the burger in his face. Thankfully, he opens his big mouth, and a small drop of mustard hits the bottom of his lip.

I will not be brushing that off.

But no worries, his tongue comes out to wipe it clean as he meets my focus. “It’s good.”

It. Sure. As. Fuck. Is.

“Am I good to go now?”

My whole body buzzes in agreement before I nod, and send him off to go beat the lady in pink.

I drop my burger in the little paper boat.

Well, that was fucking stupid.

Anyone that knows he’s the governor by now is going to be watching us share a burger, which could be misconstrued into so many different things that I’m not prepped for nor want to deal with. I don’t want to jeopardize anything for him, bringing him here to open himself up to people and possibly gain votes was my only goal.

I hear the cheers and the crash of pins, but I'm stuck in my tiny bubble of my own thoughts. It’s a pretty dangerous place there sometimes.

Men of the past, things I've missed out on, and events I could've changed.

I'm my own worst enemy, pretty much like everyone else, but mine is more along the lines of cast-stones kinda judgmental.

"What's the matter, did you see I'm up six pins on you?" I look up at the screen that shows our scores, and he, in fact, is.

I smirk. “You can put that on your résumé, Governor. Bowling baller.”

He scoffs with a quirk of his lips as he sits across from me, and I can't even look him in the eyes.

I already know what's there, no point in torturing myself with my weakness for dark features. The dangerous being that lives underneath a man with hair the shade of night and eyes that sparkle as bright as day.

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