Page 15 of The Roommate Problem
The corner of his mouth ticked up again, but he doused the smile before it fully formed. Dammit! She would get him to smile. So help her, it was gonna happen.
“Okay, fine,” he agreed, “but we have to find out what it is first and how to prepare it.”
“Yay!” She put the food back on the table, jumping up and down and throwing her arms around him.
Oops.
The heat roared back to life the moment her body pressed up against his. She quickly pulled away, as much as she really, really didn’t want to. She was coming to find she liked touching August. A little too much, perhaps. He affected her much more than was wise. Judging by the red blush creeping up his face, could it be she was doing the same to him?
They paid for the dragon egg, which turned out not to be a dragon egg at all but a vegetable called a Sikkim cucumber. After the man at the stand told them how to slice and prepare it, they made their way back to her car and headed home.
The grocery store might have been a bust, but the farmers market seemed to go pretty well. August found the food he needed and learned there were places in the city to get all that healthy junk he loved. She was marking that as a win. The guy would be so enamored with the city by the time she was done with him. He’d never want to leave, and she wouldn’t have to worry about going through five dozen more skeevy roommate applications to find a good one.
Now all she had to do was make sure not to mess anything up by giving in to these weird urges that kept popping up every time they touched. Too bad denying herself wasn’t Mo’s strong suit.
Hmm…better play it safe and try not to touch the man at all. But just because she couldn’t touch didn’t mean she couldn’t look, and dream, and fantasize.
