Page 88 of Overdue I Love You's
There’s a weird buzz in my chest, determining whether it’d be unethical to jump him on television.
He acts mysterious, quiet, and grouchy. But with every random Dean fact I’m getting, he seems less of an enigma and more of a broody ogre.
Not sure if I want to kiss him or slap him.
He spreads his legs wide enough for me to fit through them and turn my deliciously inappropriate thoughts into actions. I stand back, hoping silence can explain why he is the way he is.
Dean turns the tap off.
Suds trickling down his hand, shoulders hunched up, knots in hisback.
His head turns enough to notice me, but he doesn’t acknowledge it.
Fine by me.
I take it as my cue to continue watching him. A plate clanks against a glass. A spoon falls into the sink. I smile,not so controlled anymore, are we?
Leaning against the threshold, his muscles bunch together with each swipe against the dirty plates. His orchestrated movements play out of tune with his body.
A dish clatters into the sink, scattering my thoughts into a wakeless abyss and welcoming back the somewhat muted ear pain.
Attraction does not mean affection, Nova. Don’t let it confuse you.
Clearing my throat, I move around the kitchen until I’m standing in front of a cabinet, reaching up for a glass. I get on my tippy toes.Who puts a glass that high?
Calloused fingers brush against mine, warmth spreads against my ribs and chest.
Dean grabs the glass and fills it with water all while I’m staring wide-eyed.
He hands me water.
Dean shuts the tap. His palms tighten around the counter.
As I’m popping the medicine in my mouth, he turns to look at me.
I prop my hip against the marble top, glass raised to my lips. “What?”
“Don’t go out with him.”
Thegall. The actual audacity of this man.
Water spills out of the glass when I slam it on the counter. “Are you kidding me?”
“No,” he says.
“No?”I look up to the ceiling, praying for patience. “You don’t get to come in here,” making a circle around us. “And make my decisions for me. Especially when we don’t know each other likethat.”
“We don’t know each other like what?”
Oh, for heck’s sake.
“You’re focusing on the wrong thing.”
“Am I?” He straightens his back with an imposing stance. “You give everyone you don’t know a nickname, lovebird?”
I feel that this is not the time to say yes.
Swallowing hard, “And If I do? At least I don’t go around lying to girls.”
