bookworm.”
“Have you seen my Kindle?”
“Oh yes. Quite often, actually.”
“Does it bug you?”
“What?”
“Me reading all the time.”
His mouth quirks up at the corner, and the most adorable flush fills his dark cheeks. “Uh … I like watching you read.”
“Really?”
He nods and picks at the edge of the yellow book in his hands. “You’re so expressive. You’ll just be sitting there, then all of a sudden you’ll burst into tears. Or you’ll scream obscenities. Or you’ll gasp, or sigh. Then there are times your smile is in danger of becoming part of your earlobes.”
I laugh. “And that’s amusing?”
“Whatever book you’re reading is real to you. I don’t find it
amusing
. But I do find it entertaining, I guess.”
I cross my arms and study his face for a second. He seems genuine, even though I know I probably annoy the crap out of him when I’m so wrapped up in a screen that I can’t take two seconds to pay attention to what’s around me. I’m
really
trying to be better at that.
“Well, I like watching you read, too.”
He scoots back on the mattress, leaning against the wall and patting the spot next to his butt. I practically bounce across the room just to get next to him. My overenthusiastic jump on the bed causes a head-to-the-knee accident, and instead of snuggling into Eric’s arm, I grab the back of my head and stuff my face in the mattress.
“Oh shit, Em, you all right?” he asks through a laugh. I can feel him rubbing his knee.
“Maybe … do you see my brain anywhere? I think it fell out.”
“Not your brain.” The weight on the bed shifts. “But your phone fell from your pocket.” His knuckles brush against the exposed skin between my cami and shorts as he picks up my cell. It causes a madness of tingles from my head to my toes, but Eric doesn’t even seem to notice.
He holds the Galaxy out to me, but I shake my head. “You can hold on to it.”
“It’s blinking,” he says, tapping the green light at the top corner.
“Oh.” I take the phone back and light up the screen without even thinking about it. Eric shifts back against the wall, and I quickly read the IM and tell myself that once I’m done, that’s it for the night.
Scott: I think I found her!
“Awesome,” I say out loud as I type it. Eric sets the Seuss book down.
“Who you talking to?”
There’s a slight edge to his voice, and I look up at his furrowed brow and frown. I feel like knocking the phone out of my own hand, and I do exactly that, popping it up and letting it smack the mattress between us.
“I’m talking to you,” I say, reaching over his legs and grabbing the book. “Will you tell me how lucky I am?”
His expression still hasn’t changed, but he opens the book and starts reciting the first lines without looking at the words again. I snuggle on his shoulder, hoping he gives in and wraps an arm around me. When we get to page twenty, he finally does.
My phone buzzes by our feet, and I don’t reach for it once, but every time it goes off, Eric’s eyes turn in that direction and his lips twitch.
Okay, next time I’ll put it on full-silent mode, put it in a box, put that box in another box, then lock it shut and shove it under the bed.
Chapter 10
Eric Matua commented on a status he was tagged in
3 hours ago
You did have something on your face. Pretty sure it was drool ;)
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It’s freaking ninety degrees and it’s past one in the morning. My sweaty hands can’t get a grip on the pill bottle, so I twist it to read the side effects for the twentieth time since I picked up the prescription.
Decreased sexual ability or desire.
Well, I know the desire part can definitely be decreased and I’ll still be jacked up every time Em walks down the hall in just her towel. She just smiles and I get an instant hard-on.
Yeah … it’s the ability part I’m worried about.
“Eric, you don’t just go for it like that. Seriously, it’s like
“Have you seen my Kindle?”
“Oh yes. Quite often, actually.”
“Does it bug you?”
“What?”
“Me reading all the time.”
His mouth quirks up at the corner, and the most adorable flush fills his dark cheeks. “Uh … I like watching you read.”
“Really?”
He nods and picks at the edge of the yellow book in his hands. “You’re so expressive. You’ll just be sitting there, then all of a sudden you’ll burst into tears. Or you’ll scream obscenities. Or you’ll gasp, or sigh. Then there are times your smile is in danger of becoming part of your earlobes.”
I laugh. “And that’s amusing?”
“Whatever book you’re reading is real to you. I don’t find it
amusing
. But I do find it entertaining, I guess.”
I cross my arms and study his face for a second. He seems genuine, even though I know I probably annoy the crap out of him when I’m so wrapped up in a screen that I can’t take two seconds to pay attention to what’s around me. I’m
really
trying to be better at that.
“Well, I like watching you read, too.”
He scoots back on the mattress, leaning against the wall and patting the spot next to his butt. I practically bounce across the room just to get next to him. My overenthusiastic jump on the bed causes a head-to-the-knee accident, and instead of snuggling into Eric’s arm, I grab the back of my head and stuff my face in the mattress.
“Oh shit, Em, you all right?” he asks through a laugh. I can feel him rubbing his knee.
“Maybe … do you see my brain anywhere? I think it fell out.”
“Not your brain.” The weight on the bed shifts. “But your phone fell from your pocket.” His knuckles brush against the exposed skin between my cami and shorts as he picks up my cell. It causes a madness of tingles from my head to my toes, but Eric doesn’t even seem to notice.
He holds the Galaxy out to me, but I shake my head. “You can hold on to it.”
“It’s blinking,” he says, tapping the green light at the top corner.
“Oh.” I take the phone back and light up the screen without even thinking about it. Eric shifts back against the wall, and I quickly read the IM and tell myself that once I’m done, that’s it for the night.
Scott: I think I found her!
“Awesome,” I say out loud as I type it. Eric sets the Seuss book down.
“Who you talking to?”
There’s a slight edge to his voice, and I look up at his furrowed brow and frown. I feel like knocking the phone out of my own hand, and I do exactly that, popping it up and letting it smack the mattress between us.
“I’m talking to you,” I say, reaching over his legs and grabbing the book. “Will you tell me how lucky I am?”
His expression still hasn’t changed, but he opens the book and starts reciting the first lines without looking at the words again. I snuggle on his shoulder, hoping he gives in and wraps an arm around me. When we get to page twenty, he finally does.
My phone buzzes by our feet, and I don’t reach for it once, but every time it goes off, Eric’s eyes turn in that direction and his lips twitch.
Okay, next time I’ll put it on full-silent mode, put it in a box, put that box in another box, then lock it shut and shove it under the bed.
Chapter 10
Eric Matua commented on a status he was tagged in
3 hours ago
You did have something on your face. Pretty sure it was drool ;)
5 people like this
----
It’s freaking ninety degrees and it’s past one in the morning. My sweaty hands can’t get a grip on the pill bottle, so I twist it to read the side effects for the twentieth time since I picked up the prescription.
Decreased sexual ability or desire.
Well, I know the desire part can definitely be decreased and I’ll still be jacked up every time Em walks down the hall in just her towel. She just smiles and I get an instant hard-on.
Yeah … it’s the ability part I’m worried about.
“Eric, you don’t just go for it like that. Seriously, it’s like
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