Page 118 of Sinners' Appetite
“Hmm…” he begins to say. “What’s your favorite color?”
“It’s purple.”
“Favorite food?”
“Pizza…”
“Favorite flower?”
I hesitate for a moment.
I fucking hate flowers.
“I don’t really care for flowers,” I finally reply.
“I thought all women liked flowers?”
I let out a light snort. “That’s a common misconception. Not all of us do.”
“Good to know,” he continues. “Favorite movie?”
“The notebook.”
“Oh Jeez. I still haven’t had the displeasure of watching that one yet.”
I hold my hand to my chest and fake an offended expression. “Pardon me?!”
“I’m not one for sappy feel-good movies. I like a good action thriller. You know, blood, guts, sex… the whole shebang.”
“I watch those too. I’m all for the thrillers.”
“Cult classics too?”
“Fuck yeah. Children of the Corn is one of my favorites.”
He starts to laugh. “I still have nightmares about that one.”
For the next hour, we just sit and talk about ourselves. It was much needed, considering how fast our dynamic changed in such little time. It almost doesn’t seem real.
One could say that I fell for these men too hard, too fast, but—I disagree. I crossed paths with these two beautiful men for a reason.
“Should we put the fire out? Maybe have a bite to eat before you head off to bed?”
“Sure. I’m a little hungry, now that you mention it.”
For that dick.
I shake the thoughts out of my head and wait for Dean to pour the water bucket over the fire, stepping back a few feet so I don’t get blasted by the smoke. When it’s settled a little, he pours one more bucket of water over the coals and we head off to his cabin.
Once inside, I take a seat at the island, picking at the container of nuts he has in the center.
“What do you feel like eating? I could whip up some pancakes, if you’d like.”
“That seems like a lot of work at this time of night.”
“If that’s what you want, baby…I really don’t mind.”
Just as he reaches for the mix in the cupboard, his phone starts to ring. I can tell by the sound that it’s a video call.
