Page 6 of Storm Bound
“Yeah. I saw the news. You get a lot of tropical storms, don’t you?”
He shrugged.
“Occasionally, but this one is... very out of season. We usually have to watch for them between June and November, but well… global warming and all, I guess,” he sighed.
“You look like a sane person—” I started, and Charlie winced.
“Gee. Thanks,” he said.
“You didn’t let me finish. I was going to say you look like a sane person, so it’s nice to see you also believe in global warming,” I explained.
Charlie squeezed his eyes shut, looking very much ashamed that he’d jumped to a conclusion, and I just wanted to take him in my arms, smell his neck, caress his hair, anything to make him feel better, but most importantly, to feel him on me.
Woah, take it easy Adam. Where did that come from?
Well, I knew very well where. Him. He was simply… delectable. And I wanted every inch of him.
“There’s nothingtobelieve. The proof is there,” he replied in a quieter tone.
“So… same page then.” I chuckled.
He slitted his eyes and tilted his head to the side.
“Wait, was that your low-key way of checking whether I’m a Democrat or a Republican?”
I raised an eyebrow and laughed it off.
“Of course not. I was checking whether you’ve got a brain or if you’re just a pretty face,” I replied.
“Wow. Smooth, mister.” He laughed. “And? What’s the verdict?”
He waved fake strands away from his face and raised an eyebrow.
“Well, let’s see. You believe in global warming, and you’re a nurse, so… definitely not just a pretty face,” I said.
“Wow, thanks. Such a charmer,” he said in a nasal high pitch, rolling his eyes like an airhead.
“I’ll shut up now before I put my foot further down my throat,” I said.
“I’m just messing with you,” he said and sat back in his seat. “So, you’ve tested me and figured I’m brawnandbrains, now it’s my turn.”
“I’m all yours,” I said.
“Oh, Mr. Carlyle, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he said, and the reference took me by surprise.
“Carlyle?” I asked and scratched my earlobe.
Charlie winced. He couldn’t be talking about...
“Sorry, I forget not everyone’s watched Cursed Hearts. Don’t worry about it.”
“Uhm…” Was this really happening? Had I just met another fan? Well, even if he was, I had to keep it together. Or risk ridiculing myself. “I know Cursed Hearts inside out.”
Charlie raised his eyebrow, and his eyes narrowed again.
“Really?”
I nodded. “You’re a fan of the show?”
