Sprinkles on Top

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He recalled her shoes from the day he’d met her. Then the giraffe shoes she’d had on that morning. He glanced down at her feet now. It was too dark to see, but he’d taken notice of them earlier. She should be in a movie carrying a dog and spouting how there was no place like home.

The woman had serious issues when it came to shoes.

“You can’t have him,” Zack said. He didn’t know why he sounded so possessive. He leaned in closer. “I already scared him off.”

For good, he hoped.

Her bottom lip came out in a fake pout and he caught himself smiling at her again.

“I like it when you smile,” she told him.

His mouth flattened.

“Ah, come on,” she pleaded. She poked at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t turn back into Grumpy Zack so soon.”

“I’m not grumpy,” he grumbled. He grabbed her finger and pulled her hand to his side.

She laughed again and pushed at his chest, moving him back out of her space. He released her hand. “You’re totally grumpy,” she stated. “But that’s okay. It works with my master plan.”

She had him more than a bit confused. And more than a bit turned on. She was still leaning back against the building, looking hot and lush, and about half spread out for him, and he couldn’t remember ever wanting to touch someone so badly.

He gulped.

“What master plan?” He needed to quit thinking about her like that. They were alone. In the dark. 

He could have her mouth under his in mere seconds.

“To help you,” she said.

He shook his head. “I don’t need help.”

She grew still as she watched him. They both knew he wouldn’t be there tonight if he hadn’t come for help.

Didn’t mean he needed it. Maybe the truth was that he just wanted to be around Holly.

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