Page 115 of Girls Will Be Girls
“Is that good?” He laughs again.
I lean back on him. “It’s better than you saying Amsterdam.”
He lets out a long laugh, his chest vibrating under me.
“I have another question.” He says.
“Even though it’s my turn?” I tease dramatically. “Go on, I’ll allow it.”
“What was your first thought when you met me? Apart from shit this coffee’s cold.”
I laugh, a blush slowly creeping along my cheeks. “I’d rather not say.”
“That bad?” I can hear the grin in his voice. “Or thatgood?”
“I plead the fifth.” I pause. “But what was yours?” I whisper.
He chuckles lightly. “I was mainly focused on not looking at your see-through shirt.”
I lift up and poke him in the ribs. “I knew you looked.”
“I did not look.” He lifts his hands in defense, the one behind me grazing my shoulder. “I was a complete gentleman.”
“A gentleman who poured coffee all over me.”
He smirks. “A gentleman nonetheless.”
I roll my eyes.
“You only have one more strike until the punishment.” He says. “You’re not very good at this game.”
“What?” I shout. “Not true. What was the first strike?”
“You never answered me when I asked if I could kiss you.”
“Okay, that doesn’t count.”
“It definitely counts.” He grins.
“It does not,” I argue.
He lifts his hands again. “I don’t make the rules.”
I laugh. “You literally do.”
“Oh, well then it definitely counts.” He smirks wider.
I shake my head and lower back down to rest on him. “You’re so annoying.”
We sit there, slowly slurping the last of the hazelnutty goodness as we watch the sunlight dimming over the lake.
When the last rays bounce on the water’s edge, he kisses the top of my head, his lips still against my hair.
“You want to get dinner?” He asks quietly.
“You’re hungry?” I laugh.
I can feel his smile against me. “For something that isn’t sugar? Yeah, I could eat.”
