Page 44 of Man Candy (After We Fall 1)
“OK, fine.” He was quiet for a moment, then he started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“Your face.”
I slapped his arm.
“I meant your face all night whenever I called you a name.”
“You were ridiculous.” But I giggled. “Snookums? Gumdrop? Where did you even come up with that shit?”
“I don’t know. I guess you just inspired me.”
“Please.” I held up one hand. “I am not your snookums, nor do I want to be.”
He sighed as he pulled into the driveway, lining up the passenger door with the sidewalk. “Aren’t you ever worried you’re going to hurt my feelings when you say that stuff to me?”
“Was that…” I sat up taller in the seat and leaned toward him, like I might have heard him wrong. “Was that the F word I just heard coming out of your mouth?”
He grinned, glancing over at me. “I guess it was.”
“I thought we agreed not to talk about those things, but no, it is not my intent to hurt yours, so I’m sorry if I have.”
He put the car in park. “Here, I’ll let you out and then park on the street in case you need to get out in the morning.”
“It’s OK. I’m not going anywhere early.” I put my
hand on the door handle, but something stopped me from getting out of the car.
She’s got a big heart.
“Quinn…have I? Hurt your feelings?”
He smiled. “No, I’m just having fun with you. But it’s nice to know you care, buttercup.”
“Blech. I’m getting out now.” I got out and waited on the sidewalk while he pulled up a little, leaving the car in the drive. Walking toward the house together, I felt his hand on my back, but I didn’t complain.
When the front door was locked behind us, I turned off the hall light and started up the stairs, expecting him to follow.
He stayed where he was, so I stopped at the top and looked down at his silhouette in the dark. “Don’t you want to come up?”
“I don’t know.”
My jaw dropped. “You don’t know?”
“I’m not sure I’m in the mood.”
Always a fucking game with him. “Felt like you were in the mood earlier.”
He didn’t say anything right away. Then, “You were a very bad girl at the table tonight.”
“You deserved it.”
“Your friends see what was going on?”
I nodded slowly.
“You wanted them to.”
