Page 60 of How to Prevent a Fumble

“Yeah, that’s what I’d say.”

Showing me the fitting room, I take a seat on the couch while Kayla scurries off to load up on some outfits.

When Leo doesn’t join me. I lean over, trying to peer around the wall.

Is he off flirting with the stylist?

Did he get lost looking for something? I wouldn’t put it past him.

“Leo?” I whisper, leaning over even further on the couch.

“You good, Sunny?” he asks as he comes around the corner.

Immediately straightening, I square my shoulders, brushing fuzz off my jeans.

“Obviously,” I say, not sure why I’m suddenly feeling insecure.

With a smirk on his handsome, stupid face, Leo comes further into the room. “Want me to check you out?”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you want me to check out the outfits she has for you?”

My eyes narrow on his. “I can figure it out myself, thanks.”

He shrugs simply, his green eyes brightening with amusement as he walks over, taking a seat next to me, his legs spread wide.

“I don’t think it’s possible for you to take up more room than you are,” I tell him, slightly irritated.

“You don’t know what I can do, Sunny. These legs can spread so much wider. Practice makes perfect.”

“I’m sure you have a lot of practice spreading your legs,” I scoff, rolling my eyes.

But he nods. “Yep,” he says simply, and I can’t tell if he’s just not getting it or if he’s being serious.

I decide I don’t care enough to find out.

When he starts tapping his hand against the back of the couch, I snap. “And stop calling me Sunny,” I tell him, a little more aggressive than I intended.

His eyes meet mine, a quizzical look glazing over them. “It’s a term of endearment though.”

I shake my head. “It feels like you’re mocking me.”

“What would be a good nickname then?”

I shake my head, getting more and more annoyed by the second. “Leo, I don't want a nickname.”

He leans forward, his elbows on his thighs. “Well, that’s no fun.”

Before I can respond, the woman comes in, her arms loaded with clothes. Leo immediately gets up, taking them from her.

Her eyes sparkle as she smiles at him before turning to me. “I got you an array of items! When you find what you like, I’ll pull out some shoes that may match.”

With one last grateful smile Leo’s way, she disappears back to the front of the store.

Leo looks at me expectantly, placing both his hands behind his head and leaning back. I watch as he spreads his legs once more, the gray material of his slacks seemingly fighting for its life as it stretches.

Why are you even looking?I scold myself, and before he can say something sassy, I fly out of my seat and into the curtained fitting room.

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