Page 100 of Love Unavoidable
“Because the shirt reminds me of getting stuck in the window, and I knew people were taking pictures. I didn’t want anyone to ever recognize me based on my shirt.” She’s embarrassed, but she’s also taking it in stride.
“Well, you handled it like a champ,” I tell her.
“Thank you. And it will only take me twelve years at the rate I’m going to pay the owner back for the damage.” She smiles. I smile back, but only because I’m sure she’s kidding. I follow Brad’s advice and avoid ordering anything with beans, so Sadie and I get the fajitas for two. “They are fantastic here.”
“Everything I’ve had in this town has been good,” she says.
“Oh yeah?” I raise my eyebrows.
She giggles. “Well, I don’t know about all of that.” She wiggles her index finger in my direction making me laugh. I have this overwhelming urge to tell her how beautiful she is. Again. But I don’t want to be that guy. When she smiles at me, or laughs at something I’ve said or done, it makes me feel like I can conquer anything in the world. Like I’m invincible. My heart surges. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I have feelings for her.
Youdohave feelings for her, idiot.
I choke on my chip and grab my margarita gulping half of it down. Sadie comes over and pats me on the back. “Are you okay?” she asks.
I nod, tears streaming down my face from coughing. “I’m good.” My voice is raspy. She looks concerned, but goes back to her seat, shaking the table slightly as she scoots her chair in. I grab our drinks to steady them.
“Sorry,” she says gesturing to the table. “You sure you’re okay?”
I nod again. “I’m good, I swear.” My voice back to normal.
I have feelings for her?
I have feelings for her.
Shit.
‘Bout damn time you finally admitted it.
I look at her, she’s brushing chip crumbs from her shirt, I think hoping I don’t notice.
“You’ve got salsa,” I say pointing at her front.
“Where?” She looks down again and pulls her shirt away from her body to examine it. “I do not.”
I smile. “I was just teasing.”
“So rude,” she says, her voice exaggerated.
“I promise, if you get salsa on the front of your shirt, anywhere at all, I will come lick it off.”
She nods in agreement and then laughs as if she realized what I said. “I appreciate it.”
“I aim to please,” I tell her.
“I’ll remember that.” She smirks and meets my eyes. There is a heat in her gaze that wasn’t there before. I hope she’s thinking about me licking the front of her body, because that’s sure as hell where my mind has gone.
The server chooses that moment to bring our food. Good timing since I was ready to lunge across the table, push her shirt up, and do just that. I need to remind myself, and my dick, to keep it rated PG tonight.
At least until we leave the restaurant.
