Page 82 of What I Should Have Known

Her smile widened, and she bit down on her bottom lip.

My heart raced in my chest. There she was. The only woman in the world who could steal my entire life, and I’d stop at nothing to make sure she kept it.

I nodded over toward the long row of tables, where what was left of the food waited.

She shook her head, brushing me off quickly and casually, so I ripped my phone from my pocket.

YOU BETTER GO GET YOU SOME DAMN FOOD.

I rammed my thumb against the send button. How dare she not go eat.

The bubbles appeared on my screen, and I glanced briefly at Kat. She had her nose buried in her phone. And then her message slid through.

Don’t tell me what to do.

Grinning to myself, I furiously typed.

I will absolutely tell you what to do, especially if you’re gonna make some dumbass choice like not eating.

Her reply snapped through as quickly as the spitfire she was.

Maybe I’m not hungry.

I lifted my gaze from my phone, catching sight of her glare, and raised a brow at her.

She frowned.

With another nod at the table, she stuffed her phone in her pocket and stomped over to the food.

“You are whipped, my guy,” Ford muttered in my ear, and I slugged him in the arm as Kat picked up a plate.

Her frown immediately disappeared. With a little jig, she slowly made her way through each dish and everything in my body roared to life. An infinite number of cells burst with a roaring hot desire. With an invisible magnetic force, my soul latched onto hers.

Pausing, I glanced at Ford and pinched my brows together. Wordlessly, I asked him why I found this entire situation so fucking hot.

Why I was aroused watching this woman do something as simple as eat some damn food.

He raised a single brow. “That’s your type.”

Sliding my gaze back to Kat, a smile cracked on my lips as she leaned forward and grabbed a fork. The swell of her hips heightened with the movement, and then as she walked off to the side, out of the way, every roll on her curvy figure rippled like a wave crashing against the shore. My skin roared hot. And a vibration flipped deep within my stomach, folding at the sight. As if I was once again a teenage boy with zero fucking control over my hormones, the fact that we were out here both still dressed had me very, very frustrated.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered, grateful I’d at least chosen jeans and not some shorts or sweatpants.

Ford laughed, downing the rest of his beer. “It’s why I still can’t figure out why I’m not your type. I jiggle too.”

“Not like that. Her belly. Her boobs. Her ass. Her fucking…everything. That’s where it’s at. You’re just…yucky.” I gestured at the massive man beside me. I was not a small guy by any means, but Ford made everyone look miniscule.

“Yucky? That’s the word choice you’re gonna go with?” Ford questioned, and I nodded.

“Yucky.” I flicked my fingers in his direction, gesturing for him to give me some space.

Once again, my gaze locked onto Kat’s as she licked something from her thumb. Her eyes fluttered closed, and euphoria slid across her face.

“Welp, now I’m about to bust right in my pants. With zero shame,” I said.

“There’s fucking kids around.” Ford flicked my forehead.

“Did you not see that?” I nodded toward Kat as she took a bite of the food and smiled even wider.

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