Page 13 of Bells
He didn’t even bother to look at me. “Could be better.”
“How so?” I sidled up beside him as he leaned against the railing, taking in the way he smelled. So. . . outdoorsy. Maybe like cedar and fresh air with a bit of spice.
I loved it.
He said nothing and shook his head before blowing out the smoke from the hit he’d taken.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” I ventured softly.
It took him a minute to look over at me, but his piercing green eyes made my breath catch as they locked on mine.
“You could make me a sandwich,” he said after a moment, a tiny smirk on his lips.
I blinked at him, completely shocked by his answer. I really thought he’d ask me for something else.
“Is that all?”
“What else could I want?” He studied me, the look on his face making my insides tighten.
“Well, pretty much anything,” I said around a soft laugh. “But I’ll make you a sandwich if that’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want.” He stepped away from me, his eyes fixed on me for a moment, before he turned to leave me alone outside.
I let out a shaky breath before I smiled.
He wanted more. He was just playing with me. That was OK because I liked playing.
I stayed outside for a few more minutes before I went back into the house to see the guys had stopped playing and were just chatting in the living room. I went straight to the kitchen and looked for the bread, finally finding it in the cupboard.
I had no idea what sort of sandwich he wanted.
I should have asked outside. Damnit.
Clearing my throat, I called out to him. “Church?”
Conversation halted in the living room as I stood holding a piece of bread in the kitchen.
“What kind of sandwich do you want?” I finished.
“Cock meat. It’s his favorite,” Stitches chortled.
Ashes snorted.
“We have ham in there. Or turkey. Surprise me,” Church said, throwing a pillow at Stitches who caught it while laughing.
“You’re getting my girlfriend to make you food?” A sour expression crossed Sin’s face.
“I’ll make you one too,” I said, hoping I sounded cheerful and not irritated.
A smile touched Sin’s lips. “Ham and cheese.”
I turned to get to work, but Stitches interrupted me.
“I’ll have a peanut butter and jelly. Ashes will take the cock meat since Church wasn’t hungry for it.”
“Man, fuck you,” Ashes said, swatting at Stitches who laughed loudly again.
I wanted to be annoyed, but I was grateful that Church was giving me this chance. And that Sin was letting it happen.
