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“Jamie did.”
“Jamie told you that.”
“Yes.” Her brows knit together in concern. “Why? Was I not supposed to know that?”
“No, no, that’s not it,” I say quickly. “I was just surprised that he told you. He’s not exactly the sharing type.”
“I never would have guessed. He’s been telling me all about his garden and the museums he’s been to. In between the course work, of course. We’re not just sitting around chit-chatting the whole time, but he’s been fairly open with me.”
Interesting. Very interesting.
“He’s not usually like that outside of our friend group.”
“Maybe I’m just weird.” She shrugs. “There’s always some sort of anomaly in any pattern. I guess I’m it.”
That’s one way of putting it. He must have more of a thing for her than I thought.
The mere idea of sharing her with anyone else would make my skin crawl, but when it comes to Jamie or Phillip… well, that’s a different situation entirely.
Slow your roll there, Buddy. You don’t even know if she even thinks about you in that way and you’re jumping to sharing her like a joint at a frat party?
I shake my head to clear my thoughts, but it doesn’t work all that well.
The sway of her hips as she moves around the kitchen, the delicate way her fingers wrap around the piping bag, even the little wrinkle between her eyebrows while she’s doing the caramel work is driving me to distraction.
“Alright,” she says, blotting sweat off her forehead, “it’s done. Go ahead and do your worst.”
“It’s not the Spanish Inquisition. I’m just tasting it, not chaining you to the wall.”
My laugh dies off at the sight of her expression.
Apparently, I was wrong about her not being interested.
I’m overcome with a desire to pin her hands above her head and leave my mark on her perfect ballerina neck.
Or maybe I’ll take her home and show her my favorite room…
Now is not the time or place for this. This has bad idea written all over it.
I take a shaky breath and try to navigate us away from the tense situation we find ourselves in.
“Why don’t you, uh… Maybe we should…”
“How about I get some plates and napkins so we can try it?” she says, saving me. “I’m looking forward to any feedback you might have for me.”
“Yes.” I nod. “Let’s do that.”
Smooth, Wesley. Very smooth.
We retreat behind painfully awkward small talk as she grabs everything.
She’s taking longer than she needs to, but I imagine she’s trying to get herself back under control—much like I am.
I’m desperate to talk about what just happened. I need to know exactly what that look in her eyes meant. Is she feeling even a fraction of the desire I'm drowning in?
Even though every fiber of my being is demanding to ask her, I keep my mouth shut.
I shouldn't even be thinking about it.
