Page 89 of Love Me Like It's Real
Damn.
Damnity damned damn.
Before I can say anything I might regret later, or anything stupid, Ian stops at the table and thankfully distracts me by taking my order.
“I’ll have the meatloaf and a Diet Coke, thanks.”
“You got it, boss.” The older man taps my shoulder and makes his escape, leaving me alone with Felix, Arya and Elsa.
“I thought you were Team Red’s,” I say.
Felix gasps. “Shhh! Do you want to get me into trouble?” he asks with a grin, looking at the direction Ian went.
“No. Of course not. Never,” I tell him.
And it’s true. I wouldn’t want to get him into trouble. Not even if he’s got me in trouble. A trouble I don’t know how to escape from.
“How are you?” he asks me when I look at him.
Elsa rolls her eyes, audibly, like only children know how to. “You saw each other last night, Poppy. You know how he is,” she says and we both laugh.
From the mouths of babes.
“I’m sorry my little demons dragged you into this. I’m sure you had places to be.”
“I was actually after some lunch before I hit the gym so this is perfect.”
Elsa and Arya gawk at me with huge, innocent smiles and I turn to find Felix beaming at me. My heart can’t take it.
This is so…
Domesticated. Beautiful. Heart-warming.
And most of all, dangerous.
“So what are you going to do after the ‘date’?” I ask them, trying to desperately keep my eyes on the girls and the girls only and not Felix.
I don’t know what I might do, or say, or feel if I keep looking at him.
“We’re going home to make popcorn and watch Disney Princess movies!” Arya screeches, making all of us wince.
I chuckle.
“That sounds fun,” I say and regret it immediately.
“You should come too. Come watch Princess movies with us,” Elsa begs with a whiny voice and I know she won’t be pleased until I accept.
I turn to Felix and he smiles when I ask him for permission.
“That would be great,” he says and I get lost in his beauty.
Damn.
Damn it all.
This is wrong. This is all wrong.
My heart has just started healing from all the bullshit I’ve been through. Why did I have to go and fall in love again? It’s as if I haven’t learned my lesson. As if my heart is begging to be torn apart again.
