Page 85 of Puck'n Bully
“Good. We can chill until it arrives,” Hayden says, climbing into bed beside me.
Grabbing the blanket, he wraps it over us and brings me closer for a kiss.
I smile against his lips, thoroughly enjoying myself.
We stay curled up under the blankets, talking lazily about nothing, kissing in between words, until the doorbell finally rings.
I groan, not wanting to leave the warmth of the blanket and Hayden’s hot body.
“Do you want me to go down and get the food?” Hayden asks, noticing my annoyance.
“No, I’ll go,” I say, grudgingly climbing off the bed and grabbing Hayden's shirt from the floor.
“Put some pants on!” Hayden calls after me as I reach for the door.
“No one’s going to care,” I say, turning around to look at him.
“Please?” he says, holding up his denim trousers.
“Didn’t think you were such a prude,” I say, snatching the pants from him.
“It’s not prudish to protect your boyfriend.”
Boyfriend?The word immediately makes me blush.
“The guy has just come to deliver food,” I mumble, hurriedly zipping up the trousers and rushing out of the room.
I can’t help smiling all the way down to the door. The delivery guy probably thinks I’m overly friendly as I grin at him and take the bag of food from him.
A part of me debates whether to eat in the kitchen or not. It’d be so much easier to clean if we did.
In the end, though, I head back upstairs.
Hayden’s trousers are too big on me, so I have to stop to grab the waistband and pull it up over my hips. As I’m straightening up, something falls to the ground.
Putting the bag of food on the floor, I bend down to pick up a suspiciously familiar object.
“I thought I lost this,” I murmur, taking a close look at the band made of colored threads with silver broomstick charms hanging from it. Grams made it for my twelfth birthday.
Back then, I was crazy about Harry Potter and the wizarding world JK Rowling created. So, Grams made me a special charms bracelet with tiny silver broomsticks and a Snitch.
But why does Hayden have it?I wonder, staring at the faded threads on my palm.
Picking up the bag of food, I make my way upstairs.
Opening the door, I find Hayden on the bed, wearing my trousers. They look too short and tight on him but I’m not complaining. Secretly, I’m glad he chose not to put on a shirt.
As I walk in, I notice he’s already folded up the blanket and propped up the pillows, making space on the bed for our Chinese feast. I put the bags on the bed and start taking out the cartons.
“Wow, did you order everything on their menu?” Hayden asks, chuckling and staring at the food boxes on the bed.
“Stop complaining,” I say, playfully punching his arm. “You know you’ll finish everything within minutes!”
He winks, his face brightening up with a carefree grin.
“By the way, why do you have my charm bracelet?” I ask, showing him the band. “I thought I lost it. Where did you find it?”
Hayden’s eyes widen when they land on the bracelet. “That’s mine!” he says, suddenly snatching it from me.
