Page 51 of Win You Over
I shake my head, biting the inside of my cheek to hide a smile.
“Go on,leeutjie, tell me.” His tongue darts across my lips before he smirks in that wicked way that is all Remington.
“You eat like a wild animal. Astarvingwild animal.”
He laughs, deep and warm, and in a move I don’t see coming, takes my gelato from my hand and smears it on my neck.
“What the fuck?” I yelp as the cold, sticky dessert drips down my skin.
Remington dives forward and latches his mouth onto the area beneath my throat. A sharp bite of pain, a sign that he forgot his no marking rule, before he’s licking up the drops of gelato.
“I think you like me wild and untamed. Eager to devour you.” He’s not wrong. I throw my head back, like the prey that I am, submitting to the predator. When he bites me again, I push him away, both of us laughing.
I lean back, both hands on the deck, and Remington rests with his head on my thigh.
“The first time my parents brought us out here, I decided I wanted to be a fish scientist,” he admits.
“A marine biologist?” I ask, massaging my fingers into his scalp.
“Yeah, but I was seven. I didn’t know that word. Studying the ocean and fish sounded fun.”
“What happened to that dream?”
“Nadine told me I’d be eaten by a shark,” he replies. “The ocean kind of creeped me out after that.”
“And you believed her?”
“I wasseven! And she was my older, wiser sister.”
“Are you still scared of the ocean?” I ask with a smirk.
“No! I was literally swimming with you moments ago. I have a healthy amount of fear of it.”
“Ha!” I exclaim, trying but failing to hide my smirk. “Scared of little, tiny fishies. You’re not so perfect after all.”
“Fuck you,” he replies with a laugh before sinking his teeth into my thigh and making me squirm.
“Tell me something about you I don’t know,” Remington asks, his gaze settling on mine.
“Um…” I think over the things he already knows about me, which, to be fair, isn’t much. “Like what?”
His forehead creases before he answers. “Your favourite colour?”
“Black.”
“That was too easy. Favourite animal?”
“Bees. I really like bees. And honey. I fucking love honey.”
The smile that lifts on his face is golden, brighter than the sun.
“What would be your idea of a perfect first date?” he asks. No one has even taken enough interest in me for me to have even considered this. I bite my bottom lip and Remington taps my leg.
“That. Tell me what just came to your mind, right then?”
“Ok. We’d go somewhere quiet. Have a picnic. Or to an open air theatre. Something classic like A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”
“And then?”
