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"Just don't go eating it," I said wryly, seeing that she did have a point.
She stuck her tongue out at me playfully, and then it hit me. "Hey, you must be hungry. Sorry, I didn't even think to ask."
Giselle nodded her head up and down dramatically. "Theworsthost, you are."
Her frown held for a quarter of a second before it cracked, letting loose another peal of laughter. "Although I would appreciate anything you have, really." Her smile sheepish, she added, "When I get into drawing like I do, I often forget to eat."
I strode over to the pantry and then looked back over at her. "I don't know. I feel like I really have to live up to this worst host thing." I wasn't one to tease in conversation, but with her it felt very natural.Easy.
Our eyes locked on to each other's in a sort of sarcastic staring contest.What were we even doing here?
Crossing her arms across her chest, Giselle flicked her head in a sideways uncaring motion. "At least when I die of starvation, you will not have to waste any more of your beloved pink bandages on my corpse."
Opening the cupboard, I retrieved a package and tossed it at her. "That should hold off your starvation for at least another hour or two."
She caught the bag of giant marshmallows and set it on the table with a grin. "My subconscious powers of suggestion worked."
I nodded, sitting at the table. "You're lucky you didn't say your bandage looked like a mushroom, because I have some of those too."
She wrinkled her nose adorably.
I noticed our feet were touching under the table. Giselle's good foot had draped lazily down and was now resting against mine. She didn't try to move it either, as she busied herself with trying to open the bag of marshmallows.
Frustrated, she shoved the bag over to me. "If you meant to mock me by providing me with a marshmallow bag that doesn’t open, congratulations, you have succeeded."
With one quick rip I tore open the bag and tossed a marshmallow her way.
Giselle jerked toward it and caught the marshmallow neatly in her mouth.
Impressive.
As she chewed, she winked at me, with what was most certainly a surprised expression on my face. "Drawing is not my only skill."
"That's obvious." Her words sent a stroke of excitement down to my cock, keeping me on the edge. Just being around this unexpected woman, I sensed there was more truth to her words than even she herself realized. What would it be like to be where that marshmallow was right now…pressed against her rosy lips? Having her tongue moving against me…licking and sucking.Shit.
Something soft hit the side of my face. Giselle's expression of pure innocence changed to disbelieving when I picked up the marshmallow she'd thrown and tossed the entire thing in my mouth.
"How?"
As her brown eyes widened, I managed to squeeze another giant one into my mouth and kept on chewing.
As she raised her half-eaten marshmallow and pointed at my mouth expectantly, I shook my head and mumbled, "Hink hat's it."
Lips pursed, Giselle leaned over, steadying herself on the table with the hand that wasn't clasping her own half of a marshmallow.
Determined, she mashed her marshmallow half into my already stuffed mouth slowly. The whole process was as sexy as fuck, and I did not stop her.Couldn't.Once finished, she clapped her hands together. "Ha!"
Her eyes dipped to my lips, paused. Our eyes met and held. Every atom in me urged me to lunge forward and press my marshmallow-coated lips to hers.
But I didn't.
I got up from my chair instead and strode over to the sink, cranked on the faucet, and shoved my hands under the cold stream. This was not for the purpose of cleaning my sticky fingers or mouth, but actually to force myself into some space and perspective.
I'd just met this girl, and she was clearly in a vulnerable situation with an injured foot. Whatever my simmering mental state, right now wasn't the time to act upon my urges with a total stranger.
But right nowI did haveGiselle sitting at my kitchen table, with her features set into what looked to be pain.
"You okay?" I asked.
