Page 25 of Forbidden You

BODI:what?

KAYLA:Why I was disappointed.

BODI:Enlighten me.

KAYLA:You have no food.

BODI:What are you talking about? I have plenty of food in the house.

KAYLA:You have vegetables.

KAYLA:And protein shakes *barf emoji*

BODI:That’s food.

KAYLA:It’s shit.

BODI:I’ll go to the store after work. What do you want?

KAYLA:Anything with sugar.

KAYLA:Definitely butterfingers!

KAYLA:oh and Candy Corn.

KAYLA:Twinkies?

BODI:I’m not buying that crap. How can you eat that?

KAYLA:I could ask you the same question.

KAYLA:Jason is up!

BODI:Great, go annoy him.

KAYLA:But I like annoying you!

BODI:I’m going back to work.

When I get back later that night, I can smell her when I walk through the door. Her sweet scent is already lingering around my apartment, surpassing the smell of the takeout I brought with me.

She looks up from the couch with a wide grin, her baby blue eyes sparkling at me with excitement. She really shouldn’t look at me like that. It does all kinds of weird things to me. Weird things I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t be feeling as herboss.

In general, I like being the boss. But fuck me, I hate being hers.

Such a fucking bad idea.

“I didn’t know what you’d like—that’s somewhat healthy—so I ordered Japanese.” I put the bag on the coffee table, doing my best to not shamelessly let my eyes roam over her body as I plop my ass on the other side of the piece of furniture.

“Takeout isn’t supposed to be healthy.” She lowers the volume of the TV, then starts to open the containers.

“We’re not all nineteen and still surviving on junk food.” I drop my arm over the back of the couch, locking my eyes with hers, and I can’t resist glancing down.

She’s wearing a grey Stanford sweater with some black yoga pants, looking cozy as fuck with her brown hair up in a messy bun. It makes me want to cuddle her, pulling her against my chest in the corner of the couch. Or bed. Whatever she prefers. Maybe trace the swell of her legs underneath that tight fabric.

I really,reallyhate this.

Aware of my approving gaze, she cocks an eyebrow but doesn’t mention it.

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