Page 43 of That First Flight

Oliver leans in, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “I think we’re doing a good job getting to know each other though. Don’t you?”

I’m completely unable to fight back the smile anymore when my eyes land on the clock above the microwave and I notice that it’s almost midnight.

“Hold on. It’s almost midnight. What are you doing at home?”

“What do you mean?” He tilts his head in question.

“I mean… don’t you normally go out or something? Isn’t that what attractive single guys do on Friday nights?”

He smirks. “That’s two times you’ve made a comment about my looks.”

“Oh my god.” I cover my face with my hands. “Don’t let that get to your head.”

“I’m sorry, Macey Brittany Evans… but that one is staying right here.” He taps the side of his head as his lips slowly rise. “But to answer your question, I had some editing to catch up on for my blog. I didn’t realize how long I was staring at the computer screen until my stomach started growling. Besides”—he pauses his thoughts as he looks down at my body—“I’m perfectly fine being home tonight and every night if it means you’re here.”

I blush and can’t help the giggle that comes out of me.

God, this man is the most perfect man I’ve ever met. He knows all the right lines to say to make a girl smile or completely change her mood around.

I know it doesn’t say much because I don’t have a good history with men. But is this how they all are? Sweet talkers and full of swagger?

“You’re smooth. Also, still not my middle name.”

He grins and I can’t help it when my lips match his. It’s a fun little game he’s playing trying to guess. I would hate to spoil it and tell him.

He leaps off the counter, tossing his spoon in the sink telling me he’s done with the midnight snack.

“I have to ask you one more thing.” I nod and he continues, “Would it be okay if I had my brothers, and some friends over next week since my trip was canceled? I’d like to introduce you to everyone. Maybe a chance for you to meet some girlfriends in the city so you’re not just stuck with me.”

“Who says I don’t like being stuck with you?”

I regret my words almost as soon as they cross my lips. Being around Oliver causes me to have no filter—one I usually have. It feels like the walls I’ve put up around my heart so no one gets close to me are completely invisible and I’m just here welcoming him in with open arms.

“Trust me, dragonfly… I’d love nothing more than to keep you to myself. Especially knowing that you think I’m hot. But I think it would be good for you too.”

My heartbeat revs with every word that pours out of him.

“I’d like that a lot,” I say softly. “Meeting everyone. I’d like that a lot.”

“Tuesday,” he fires back. “It’s Taco Tuesday, and apparently the girls are big fans of that day. Unfortunately, my sister has a big exam the next day so she won’t be here.”

“Exam?”

“She’s in nursing school and will be done at the end of June. So she’s been swamped lately. You will get to meet her soon though, don’t worry.”

“Would you mind if I cooked?” I hesitantly asked, not wanting to invade on these girls’ taco night. “I haven’t had a chance to cook for people in a really long time.”

“If you’re cooking, I sure ashellam eating.”

With those final words, Oliver leaves me alone as he retreats back to his room.

My brain is spinning at everything that just happened.

I have to be dreaming.

There’s a nagging feeling deep in my gut that I may be falling for my roommate.

Macey has only been living here for a few weeks, but every encounter with her has me learning more about who she is and desperate to just be in her space.

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