Page 31 of Shamrock Kisses

“I love when you laugh.”

“Cuddle me,” she says, extending her arms up. I nestle into the couch with her, and she wraps her arms and legs around me.

I smile, remembering how she told me this would happen, us being tangled up on the couch. She giggles and squeezes me tight. “Cuddle monster.”

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“You’re not going to touch a utensil,” Patrick says, taking the Chinese food out of the plastic bags and arranging it on the coffee table.

“You want to feed me?”

“Yes. I’m not done spoiling you.”

“I could get used to this.”

“I want you to.”

“I can’t believe …” I trail off, thinking about him eating me out while I was ordering.So hot.We’re staring at each other, and I know he’s waiting for me to continue, but now I’m lost, captivated by his green eyes through his glasses. They’re so green. Not hazel at all. They are pure green. “Your eyes are incredible.”

“So are yours.” He grabs the chopsticks, lifting a piece of broccoli and extending it toward me. “What can’t you believe?” I lean forward, teasingly sticking out my tongue before taking the bite. The saltiness of the soy sauce hits my tastebuds, making me smile. There’s something so intimate about him feeding me.

“How you were going at me when I was on the phone.”

He smirks, then looks down and takes a couple of bites.

“Don’t pretend to be shy now.”

He shakes his head, smiling, and extends the chopsticks to my mouth.

“After we’re done eating …” I cover my mouth, chewing. “I owe you.”

“We don’t have to be, like, even on that stuff.”

“Well, I want to suck your dick.”

Patrick’s mouth opens like he’s going to say something, but then he blushes a little before taking another bite of food.

“Why are you being shy?”

“I’m just really happy.”

“Me too. So, what are you most looking forward to about Japan?”

“The food. I plan on eating my body weight in sushi.” I giggle, and he playfully pushes my shoulder. “I also want to visit some temples and gardens.” He lifts a piece of beef with the chopsticks and offers it to me.

“Are you seriously going to feed me the whole time?” I ask with a laugh.

“It makes me happy to take care of you.”

I nudge my shoulder into him, enjoying the way he looks at me. Picking up a crab rangoon with my fingers, I press it to his lips. “I want to feed you too.” He bites down, holding eye contact with me.

“Whatever you want,” he says, chewing with a little smirk.

“I like that phrase.”

He’s not just saying it to say it. No one’s ever made me feel this cared for, not like this.

“If we go to Japan, I’m paying for everything,” he says casually after another bite.

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