Page 37 of Passing the Red Line
“How about we make a trade then? You make me mofongo and I make you whatever Mexican dish your little heart desires?” I throw out, planning ahead to be able to see this woman again.
Something shifted between us between the last time we saw each other and last night. Maybe it was me threatening to throw her in the ocean. Maybe it was a better understanding of who the other person was. Whatever the case may be, I know for the fact that I don’t want this to be the last time that I see Eliana this summer before reporting for training camp.
As much as I thought that this woman annoyed me, I’ve grown to like our conversations.
“And you said that I was the one that was planning on this extending past one night,” she throws in my direction, a laugh following right behind it.
I’m starting to really like her laugh and I want to hear it some more.
Fuck. I think I’m developing a crush on the woman that was a pain in my ass a week ago. Who knew guys can have crushes past the age of sixteen.
“What can I say? I somehow became attached to you sometime between the orgasm in the car and that lovely wake up this morning. Even if you are an annoying pain in the ass sixty percent of the time.”
Another blush creeps up her cheeks and her smile becomes slightly bigger.
“If anyone is a pain in the ass, I would say that it’s you and not me,” she throws out, picking up her coffee mug, hiding that pretty blush behind the porcelain.
“Agree to disagree,” I say, throwing her a wink.
She takes a sip of her coffee before putting the mug back down on the kitchen table and facing me straight on. “I may have gotten attached to you too.”
If there wasn’t a table between us, I would be dragging her onto my lap and having my way with her yet again. She’s only wearing one of my t-shirts, so it wouldn’t take much to get her naked.
“I knew you found me charming,” I throw her another wink.
Eliana lets out a snort. “Please. If anything I got attached to your body and the magic it performs. It has nothing to do with your charming personality.”
“Keep telling yourself that. I’m a catch and you know it. No matter the power of my dick.”
Her laugh sounds out and for the next two hours I do everything that I can to hear it as much as I can.
After cleaning up our dishes and then cleaning up the kitchen, we head out to the back porch to spend the remainder of our time together watching the waves crash against the shore and talk about the different foods that we have tasted from different Latin American countries and some of the places that we’ve both traveled to. We don’t touch childhoods or hockey whatsoever.
I was right thinking that we are both similar even though there are certain aspects that say we shouldn’t be.
After the last two interactions that we had before last night, you would think that we would have spent those two hours spewing out insults to one another, but that wasn’t the case. I enjoyed my time with Eliana, more than I expected and from the way she laughs and smiles, I might be able to guess that she feels the same way.
“I should get going,” Eliana states after checking her phone. “I have an early shoot tomorrow that I have to prepare for.”
We’re currently sitting on the couch I have on the balcony. Well, I’m sitting and Eliana is spread out, with her legs on my lap and her upper body still covered in my t-shirt.
She says that she has to go, but she doesn't make a move to get up.
My hand continues to caress her calf just like it has been doing for the last hour or so. Definitely didn’t expect to be this comfortable with the woman that broke into my house a few weeks ago.
“Let me change real quick, and I’ll take you home,” I offer, not wanting to end our time together.
“It’s okay, I can call a car,” she says, finally sitting up causing my hand to fall from her calf.
“Eliana.” I try to argue.
“Christian,” she throws back, raising an eyebrow at me, telling me to challenge her.
I will never win against this woman.
“Fine, but at least give me your number so I can call you when you get home.”
“You meanyougive meyournumber, soIcan callyou. Not the other way around.”
