Page 144 of Breaking the Rules
"Sure?"
I nod. "You cook most nights. It's the least I could do." I want to take care of her. To make sure she's eating every meal and sleeping every night and finding comfort in—
In my arms.
With me.
"Okay." She tries to avoid blushing as she looks me in the eyes.
She's never shy.
It warms me everywhere.
I stare back at her. "Come here."
"And?"
"With the carafe."
She picks it up. Moves closer. Closer.
There.
She's inches away.
I step aside to give her room.
She slides into the space between me and the counter. Her ass brushes my crotch as she turns.
I should move.
But I don't.
I keep my body behind hers, my crotch against her ass, my chest against her back, my arms around hers.
Slowly, I bring one hand to her wrist. "I'll pour."
"Oh." Her chest heaves with her inhale. "Do you… um… are you still into comics?"
I take the carafe. Grab cups. Pour. "I lost interest for a while."
"Because?"
"High school bullshit."
"They weren't cool?"
"Yeah."
"And the art?"
"What about it?"
"When did you start drawing?"
"Chase talked me into this summer class at the community center when I was fifteen."
"And?"
