Page 5 of Make Me Yours
“Sure. I can eat.” I could always eat. I wasn’t one of those girls who pretended not to eat. I liked food, so kill me. And I think if you really asked them, most guys liked a few soft curves on a woman’s body. Besides, wine and chocolate hadn’t been the most filling of dinners.
“The pancakes here are awesome.” He folded his menu and stuck it back in its place.
“Okay then.” I smiled and handed him my menu too, and he placed it neatly beside his.
The waitress sauntered over with a sweet smile for Cohen. He ordered two stacks of pancakes and after pausing to ask me if I’d like coffee too, he ordered us both a coffee as well.
He was adorable, and even having only just met, I somehow felt totally comfortable around him.
Cohen’s gaze drifted from my face to my chest, and he suddenly shifted in his seat and tuned to face the window, his expression uncomfortable. Had I done something wrong?
I looked down and for the first time, remembered my braless state. Crap! The air conditioning had turned my girls into brazen hussies begging for attention. This tank top wasn’t exactly full coverage either. I adjusted the shirt as best I could and caught Cohen’s reflection in the glass. A smile tugged at his lips.
The waitress delivered two mugs of steaming black coffee to our table.
“Cold?” He smiled slightly, sliding my coffee towards me.
“Shush,” I warned, accepting the coffee and dumped a heap of sugar into the mug, stirring it with more force than was necessary.
“Here.” Cohen pulled his long sleeve T-shirt over his head, leaving him in just his T-shirt, and he held it out to me across the table.
“Thanks.” I shrugged it on. It was still warm and smelled like boy. Delicious boy. Boy that had already turned me down once today. Or was that yesterday now? Not that it mattered. I wouldn’t be throwing myself at him again. Period.
I rolled up the sleeves of Cohen’s shirt and tried to avoid inhaling the scent of it.
The waitress was soon back with our pancakes, and left a plate in front of each of us. The pancakes were as big as dinner plates and stacked several high. A scoop of butter melted in the center and the scent of warm vanilla wafted in the air.
“Wow. This is bigger than I expected.”
Cohen slid the syrup toward me. “Think you can handle it?” His smirk was naughty, playful.
Ugh. Why did he have to be so hot?
“Oh, I can handle it like a Goddamn champ.” I cringed. What was I even saying?
Cohen chuckled and scooped the heap of butter off his pancakes and onto the saucer beside his plate. I guess you didn’t get a body like that from eating globs of butter.
I had no such worries. And I freaking loved butter. I used my knife to smear the melted puddle all over mine.
“You have a girlfriend?” I asked after swallowing a delicious bite of melt-in-your-mouth pancake.
He nodded, taking another bite. “I’ve sort of been seeing someone.”
“But she wasn’t over tonight?”
“She doesn’t stay over,” he commented, wiping his mouth.
That was curious. Was he the kind of guy that refused to allow a girl to sleep over? Hm. Cohen seemed to provoke more questions than answers.
“What about you? Boyfriend?”
“Nope,” I said, a little too proudly.
He chuckled. “I have a feeling there’s a story there.”
I shrugged. “Not much to tell, I’m just not looking for a relationship. Besides, once I get my doctorate in another year or two, I’ll probably be moving on. I want to have fun and not take things too seriously.”
“Hm.” Cohen looked down, fumbling with his napkin. Had I said something to upset him?
