Page 35 of Imperfection is Beauty

Me– You say that now. But you haven’t seen me on my period. Duck. Run for cover.

He winked at me, read my text, and then chuckled.

I. Made. Marcus. DuPointe. Chuckle.

Me. I did that. Holy cow.

Marcus –Tell you what. I’ll buy you stock in chocolate. Will that help?

I snickered.

Me –It has to be white chocolate. That’s my kryptonite. Oh, and chocolate doughnuts and chocolate milk. Oh, and glazed doughnuts and white milk.

He grinned down at his phone, read it, and then stunned me.

Marcus –Done.

Done.

That was it.

No, that’s a lot of food for one person.

No, you're insane.

Nothing.

Simply one word.Done.

Marcus –Damn. You really are fucking adorable.

Betty coughed and cleared her throat, then said, “Umm, guys, not that I mind y’all texting while we are sitting here because we’ve done that to Scar multiple times. But… my belly is growling. Time for food.”

I snickered, “The greasier, the better. Where do you want to go?”

She looked at me, then winked, “Denny’s.”

I groaned, “Seriously? That’s what you want?”

She pretended to pat her stomach, and she moaned, “Oh yes.”

I sighed, then I looked at Marcus and said, “I would invite you to go, but me and that place, not a good idea.”

He simply shrugged, “Think I’ll take my chances if you’re serious.”

“No, look, I’ve gone to that place five times. Only five times. The first time, my dad got a glass of water spilled on his head because he turned down the waitress. The second time, some woman threw a piece of sausage at me because she thought I was flirting with her husband. The third time, I got hit on by our waitress. I was flattered but I don’t swing that way. The fourth time…”

He held up his hand. “Okay, first of all, I’m not going to give anyone a reason to flirt with me. Second, my body is big, and I can take all the sausage…”

At his words, I groaned when my beer shot out of my nose, and I snorted.

He shook his head with laughter, “Yeah, that came out wrong.”

I was laughing so hard it was hard to breathe.

That was when he leaned down, way down, and then whispered in my ear, “Know you’re a goof, Shortcake. But it’s really fucking adorable.”

I groaned, “Are you sure?”

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