Page 169 of Bridesmaid Undercover
“Uh, no, why?” I ask.
“Because you seem to be looking at me strangely.”
“Am I?” I ask. “I didn’t realize. Would you like me to look elsewhere?”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I would prefer for you to stare at my shoe.”
“Your shoe?” I ask and then shrug. “Well, your wish is my command, Henrietta.” I direct my attention to his shoe and stare at it for probably no more than three seconds before I feel his finger on my chin.
He slowly brings my gaze back to his, and when our eyes meet, my nipples go hard.
Yup, hard as stone.
Because this is an intimate touch, right?
A chin lift, that screams intimacy. I’ve seen it in every romantic comedy I’ve ever watched. Two fingers under the chin with a slight lift up, letting the girl know that he wants those eyes on him.
Well, they’re on him, and with every breath that goes by, my chest grows heavier and heavier with need.
“I’m kidding, Everly. I don’t want you staring at my shoe.”
“No?” I ask, swallowing a lump that’s forming in my throat. “What, uh, what do you want me looking at?”
“Preferably my face.”
I chuckle awkwardly. “Your face, huh?”
“Yeah.” He smirks. “My face.”
“Cool, yeah, isn’t that what faces were made for? To be looked at?”
“I think that’s exactly what they were made for. Housing the eyes, nose, and mouth was a secondary thought.”
“But what a great secondary thought,” I say as I scoop some taco dip onto my chip.
“Might be a good slogan for a shirt. Eyes, mouth, and nose, just secondary to the face.”
I feel my nose crinkle. “No one would buy that.”
He scratches the side of his cheek, his fingers running over his beard. “Yeah, you might be right, but speaking of shirts, I saw one the other day that made me think of you.” He picks up a carrot and takes a bite out of it with a snap.
“You were thinking about me?” I cheekily ask.
His eyes connect with mine, the blue so brilliantly bright under the dim twinkling lights above us. “Seems like I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”
Dear God.
I think…I think that’s another sign.
I mean, it sounds like one, but then again, am I willing these signs into existence? Am I hoping and praying that he’s sending me these vibes that I’m just assuming anything he says to me is a sign?
I want to believe that’s not the case, but this all feels too good to be true.
Hardy
Come on,Everly, can’t you see that I’m trying here?
I’m sending her all the signals, all the tools in my box, and she doesn’t seem to be taking the bait. And sure, what do I expect her to do? Climb on my lap and tell me that I’m the one she’s been waiting for? That would be amazing, but I’m just looking for her to lean into me.
