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The Dick

Day 14

“Dick,”she muttered under her breath and then sucked on her top lip as she shook her head. Her movements were sharp and full of annoyance when she set a steamy mug of coffee in front of me. My nose smelled the familiar stench of creamer before I peered down and saw that my usual inviting black coffee was a hideous light tan shade. I would almost bet it held more cream than coffee. I’d been in here every day for two weeks, so she knew I took my coffee black. This unquestionably was sabotage on her part and I despised cream, which was the reason I got this shit for a drink, I was certain.

To spite her, I painted a hateful smile onto my face each time she came to my table and drank the nasty shit anyway. I couldn’t stand the taste of creamer in coffee, but I wasn’t going to give her the smallest inkling of that. It’d give her too much satisfaction.

About halfway through the cup, I’d had enough, and to be quite frank, couldn’t drink one more drop of it. I decided to be honest with her. Not sure if I truly wanted to clean the slate between us or was using it as an excuse to keep the mug away from my face.

“You know, I actually hate blueberries,” I said, being as polite as possible when she once again brought my order without actually taking it. “And, I don’t take cream in my coffee, which I’m sure you’re well aware of. You’re a smart girl, Eris.” Using the silverware rolled in a napkin, I pushed the mug to the end of the table so I didn’t have to smell it anymore.

“You know what?” She paused and sat down across from me. “I don’t,” her full lips spat out while she dragged the plate in front of her with two of her fingers.

She reached across the table slowly, her skin brushing mine as she pulled the silverware rolled in a napkin out of my clasped hand, my fingers dully tapping the table’s surface one at a time. I let her have the silverware. I was too speechless and shocked to do otherwise. She actually planned to eat the food she brought to me. The food she hadn’t even given me a chance to agree or to deny—she was just taking it. I still doubted she’d really go through with it, until she confirmed my suspicions by slowly wrapping her fingers around the mug, her eyes never leaving mine for more than a second as she pulled the cup into her hand.

She cut apart the stack of pancakes, brought a decent sized bite to her lips, and I watched her hesitate as I cocked my head to the side. I wasn’t sure what my next move should be here. Generally, I was just a dick to everyone, so my actions weren’t something I questioned often. Most people called me something under their breath and left me alone. Not her. When I gave her hell, she came back at me with fury.

She politely set the fork onto the plate and her hand shot for the syrup. I quickly snaked my hand around hers and shook my head. There wasn’t any way in hell she was winning this without a fight. As soon as my fingers found hers, my lips twitched with anger and excitement, the second being one I didn’t anticipate. I dared her to move with my eyes and clamped my lips together to keep from laughing at her growing frustration as she leaned her body over the table and tightened her grip.

Until meeting her, I didn’t know it was possible to hate someone in the same second of needing to be near them. She made my emotions swirl like a whirlwind, and I never knew from one second to the next which would win.

A gasp left her mouth after I shook my head, and a laugh left mine. A small smile found hers.

She knew I wasn’t budging. Neither of us was.

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