Page 109 of Catch Me
“You don’t resent it? After everything?”
“Dumont’s reach extends to the entire country. It happens here just as much as it does there. In other places, it just exists more subtly.”
“Hate has no zip code.” He seemed sad as he pulled back.
“Neither does love.” I stood with him, brushing his sharp cheekbone. “You might be surprised how many incredible people there are, even in places like where I grew up.”
“You came from there, so I guess I believe it.”
Lightly, I smacked his chest. “Come on. I’m gonna order tacos.”
I watched him pull on his shirt, wondering if tacos were actually essential. After he pulled his head through, he smirked at me.
“You’re not ordering shit,” he said.
“I told you I’m starving.”
“I’ll make tacos.”
Following him down the hall, I narrowed my eyes at his back. “Excuse me?”
He turned around, walking backward into the kitchen. “You don’t think I can cook, huh?”
“I don’t really know,” I admitted. “Can you?”
“Some things. Myabuelalived with us when my parents were together. Until she died when I was eight. But I used to cook with her, and my dad is actually pretty good too. He learned from her.”
“Well, I guess I’ll give you one chance to prove yourself, Señor Valdez. Luis makes some mean tacos, so my standards are high.”
He shot me a reproachful look, but there was amusement in his eyes. As he browsed through the fridge, I leaned against the counter, watching him.
“So, do you speak Spanish?”
He barely glanced at me. “Poquito.”
“Mm, enough to say sexy things to me, I hope.”
I saw his cheeks darken, and I had to pull my lip between my teeth to keep from jumping on him. Even if he felt awkward or embarrassed, he wasn’t running off, so I didn’t feel bad about teasing him a little. He seemed to like it, though I knew he’d never admit it.
Chapter 33
Travis
After our tacos, I was beyond stuffed. We’d eaten them while watchingThe Last Sharknado, because why the hell not? I must’ve fallen asleep at some point, though. When my eyes opened, it was going through the end credits, and the sun was low, casting shadows in the living room.
I groaned as I stretched out my legs. My elbow collided with something, and I sat straight up.
An arm came around my chest, pulling me back down. I wrapped my fingers around Roman’s bicep and turned my face so it was buried in his abdomen while I splayed out on his lap. My other hand hung off the couch, and I stroked his bare calf. He adjusted, probably trying to hide the fact that my touch was turning him on.
“Enjoy the movie?” he asked in a deliciously husky voice.
“Mhm.” I used my teeth to lift his shirt above his belly button, then kissed his skin.
“You fell asleep.”
“Did not,” I mumbled against his stomach. “Was watching the whole time.”
“Sure you were. Fuck.” He groaned as I kissed the side of his ribs.
