Page 63 of Waiting for Acceptance
I see the text bubble pop up and disappear twice before it stops without another word from Fitz. Ten minutes later he’s walking through the door. He stops in the threshold with his hands planted firmly on his hips. I look at him from where I’m mixing cookie batter at the island with my brows raised, waiting for whatever it is he’s about to say.
“How did you get in here?”
“I took the key off your keyring. You probably shouldn’t leave your keys in your fancy ass car, by the way. Someone could steal it.” I scoop some of the batter onto a baking sheet, watching as he runs his hand through his hair.
“I have a tracker on it. I’d find it. Which reminds me…” I give him a suspicious look when he starts stalking toward me. “Give me your phone.”
“No,” I argue, seeing his eyes land on it sitting on the counter. Before I can even try to beat him to the punch, he snatches it, holds it up to my face to unlock it, and starts clicking the screen.
“Asshole.”
“Brat.”
“What are you doing?” I try to look at the screen but he keeps holding it higher so I can’t see.
“Sharing your location with myself.”
“What? No. That’s an invasion of privacy.” I try to grab it again, but he lifts the phone over his head, causing me to fall into his chest.
“Still have me saved as Lucifer in your phone, I see.” He brings it back down, showing me my own screen, where he has our text thread pulled up.
“Well, you’re still the devil, so…” I smirk at him, but all of the confidence backing my quick wit is swept out from under me when he grabs my neck, his thumb caressing my jaw.
“Trouble, the devil would blush if he knew the things I wanted to do to you.” I clear my throat and pull away from him. Though I don’t make it far.
“Would banishing me from New York so other men don’t talk to me be on that list?”
He lets out a frustrated breath. “Not even close.” The way he’s looking at me has about a million questions fighting for dominance in my mind, but I’m not ready to ask any of them. More like I’m not ready for the answer to any of them. So I choose the easiest one.
“Do you like chocolate chip cookies?” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, grabbing the bowl I discarded while trying to get my phone from Fitz. I finish filling the baking sheet with little globs of cookie dough as Fitz strips out of his sports coat.
“Does anyonenotlike chocolate chip cookies?” he counters.
“You’d be surprised. Statistically, almost the same amount of people don’t like pizza.”
“Well, that’s just insane.” I smile to myself at how serious he sounds. I get the cookies in the oven and set a timer on my phone before turning to see Fitz staring down at his. “Unbelievable,” he scoffs, lifting his head with a satirical smile.
“What’s the matter?” I grab a water from the fridge and take a sip as he continues shaking his head.
“My father’s birthday party got moved to next week.”
“Oh, okay.” I put my water bottle on the counter and lean forward, trying to figure out why he seems so bothered by that. “So, are we coming back next week then?”
“Yep. Seems like it.” He unbuckles his belt and whips it out of the loops so fast it makes a popping sound. “I’m going to change.” He storms into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
What the hell was that about?
Tay
It’s practically a crime that we have seen 0 photos posted while you’re in New York with your hunky hunky boyfriend.
Ruby
Does being sisters-in-law come with some sort of telepathy? Because you read my mind.
Shane
Send themmmmm.
