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“Promise?” He asked, already stretching his hands up to her, asking for a lift.
“Promise, but how about we walk down to dinner together, like a gentleman and his lady?” She asked, sticking her arm into his and leading him down the stairs. They made an awkward picture, and Becca had yet to say a word to me. That on its own was awkward enough.
We all settled at the table, Mark digging into his meal immediately while Becca avoided any sort of eye contact with me. I was getting worried now, the meal tasted good enough, but she didn’t seem to care or notice. She was pushing her food around the plate, taking small bites when she did eat it.
“How’s the pasta?” I asked.
“Nice, you’re a good cook, Hunter. I must commend you on that,” she replied, her eyes on her plate.
“Can I speak to you outside for a moment?” I asked suddenly. Best to get it out of the way now.
“Right now? We’re eating, Hunter,” she replied, finally looking up at me.
“Your plate’s still full,” I said.
She looked at Mark, who was twirling his pasta around his fork. Then she nodded reluctantly and pushed her chair back.
“I’m just going to speak to Becca for a moment, buddy, we’ll be back, call out if you need anything,” I said, before leaving the dining room and walking into the kitchen, Becca behind me. I wanted to be able to hear Mark in case he called out.
“What’s wrong?” Becca asked, her eyes worried.
“I said I’m sorry, Becca,” I said, stepping closer to her and lowering my voice.
She stepped back and looked away.
“I know what you said, Hunter, but so what? It’s just dinner, we’re fine, honest.”
“Then how come you haven’t looked at me all night?” I asked.
“No reason at all,” she said, her teeth worrying at her bottom lip. I followed their movement, my eyes flicking up to hers before I leaned in ever so softly, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. She released a harsh exhale, the air washing warmly over my lips.
“What are you doing?” She asked softly.
“You know exactly what I’m doing, last chance to say no,” I said, putting my hands around her waist. When she didn’t pull away, I meshed my lips against hers, softly. I wanted to learn the curves of her lips as much as I wanted to devour them.
She kissed me back, her lips sucking at mine as the kiss deepened. No denying it then, the chemistry, was still explosive. I pulled closer to her, pushing her against the kitchen island.
“We should stop, Mark’s in the other room,” she pulled away to whisper.
She was right, I pulled my head out of the lusty fog it was in and released a heavy stream of air from my nose. Mark was in the other room. I gave her lips a last kiss and took her hands.
“I’m sorry Becca, I swear I’ll be better,” I whispered to her.
“I know, come, let’s have dinner,” she said, leading me out of the kitchen. She let my hands go when we got to the door. I chuckled softly. That was kind of cute.
“You guys took a lot of time. I finished my pasta,” Mark said when we made it back to the table.
“Do you want seconds?” I asked.
“No, can Becca give me a bath, Dad?” He asked, looking up at me imploringly.
I looked at Becca, asking with my eyes if she wanted to. When she nodded, I nodded at Mark and watched as he jumped off the chair and took her hand.
They went out of the room together, up the stairs, and back up to his room while I cleaned up the table. Dinner hadn’t been a waste then, after a kiss like that, Becca couldn’t possibly stay mad at me anymore.
The Helper
Becca’s POV
