Page 31 of Win My Heart

His eyes are big, and I can practically see him salivating. I can’t help but smile.Men and cookies.I shake my head to myself as he chomps down on the whole thing and then starts blowing air out. His hand comes up to cover his open mouth as he tries to gulp in air to cool off the scorching hot cookie.

“I told you it was hot.”

He nods, but I let him have his moment of regret as I start scooping more dough on to the now empty sheet.

He finally calms down and I offer, “Need some milk?”

“That would be amazing.”

I go about pouring him a glass and go ahead and pour myself one, too. Unlike him, I’ll wait a few more minutes before eating a cookie.

I place the cup down in front of him, and he mumbles a thanks and then gulps it down. I chuckle. It must be a guy thing. The guys are constantly putting piping hot food into their mouths knowing it’s too hot to eat.

He wastes no time grabbing another, but he does take the time to half-heartedly blow on it before taking a massive bite. “These are amazing.”

“Mmm. I know. Glad you enjoy them.” I slide the sheet into the oven.

“Oh shit. These aren’t for something special, are they? I want more, but I don’t want to sit here and eat someone else’s cookies.”

“Nope, they’re just for me. You can eat my cookies.”

His eyes flash with hunger, and my cheeks heat.Shit.

His smile starts off slow and widens as he makes a show of eating the rest of the cookie. He licks the tip of his thumb and lets out a moan. “So damn good.”

Well, shit on a stick, it’s getting hot in here. But I school myself. “You’re a jerk.”

His deep chuckle causes my heartbeat to slam in my chest. And damn it all to hell, just about everything he’s done lately has been putting me on edge.

I decide to torture myself a little more and say, “So Billie. She’s fun. Stunning. Have you ever wanted to hit that? If I were into the ladies, I’d want to hit that.”

Oh. My. Freaking. God. What is wrong with me?

He chokes on the milk he’s finishing.

But it’s out there. I don’t have Time-Turner. I’m not Hermione Granger.

He clears his throat. “Nope, we’ve always just been friends.”

For whatever reason, my brain just doesn’t believe that there isn’t anything between them. And if they are just best friends, then what the hell gives me the idea that he could ever be interested in someone like me when she’s right there?

“Mmk” is all I say, leaning back onto the counter. He leans forward, placing his forearms on the bar top. There’s plenty of space between us, but it feels like the room is closing in.

“What about you and Matt? You going to let him bang you?” His voice has taken on a tone that feels like it’s wrapped in anger.

I glare at him. I know I started it, but… “You’re being an asshole.”

He takes a deep breath and scrubs his hand over the side of his face. “I’m sorry. That was mean of me.”

“Rude is more like it.” I snap.

“There’s just something about that guy, he just rubs me the wrong way. He was all over you yesterday.” His confession burrows deep in my chest. He’s jealous.

“So what? You have no claim on me. You and I are just friends,” I challenge and a muscle in his jaw tics. “Matt and I are just friends, too. Not that I owe you an explanation, because I don’t, but I’ll say this once—Matt and I will never be more than teammates and friends.” This seems to placate him, and he looks me in the eyes.

“And it’s the same with me and Billie. Never been anything other than friendship between us.”

We stare each other down, the tension between us thick.

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