“You and me, this week,” he says. “I’m taking you out.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Taking me out where?”
He shrugs. “Haven’t thought that far ahead yet, but it won’t be anywhere fancy, so I hope you’re okay with that.”
I glower at him. “It doesn’t have to be fancy.”
He stares at me for a second, eyes narrowed slightly, and then nods. “Okay.”
“When … and why?” I blurt.
Smiling at my embarrassing show of eagerness, he grabs my hand and kisses the top of it. “Wednesday. And because I’ve kind of made a mess of this already. Let me at least try to court you properly.”
“Court me?” I grin widely at him.
He flicks some ash to the ground. “Yes, I’m going to court the fuck out of you.”
“Right.” I nod. “I don’t care too much for courting, but I appreciate the gesture.”
“You don’t?” He frowns, grabbing the helmet from the handlebars and passing it to me.
I step back, putting it on my head while admitting, “Not really. We could watch a movie instead? Or hey, maybe you could rub my back while I read a book. Now that”—I point a finger at him—“is my idea of courting.”
He guffaws. “Shit, okay.” He raises a thick brow. “Wait … you’re not lying, are you?”
“I’m not much of a liar, no.”
He hums deeply before stepping over to fasten the helmet for me. “I’m starting to see that. And many other mysterious things. Hey, maybe if you could just write all your preferences down, that’d—”
My lips pressing firmly against his cuts him off. “Or you can do that,” he murmurs. “In fact, feel free to do that anytime you want.”
I laugh, and he chuckles, pecking me once, twice, three times on the lips before getting back on the bike. “But we’re still going out Wednesday night. After that, all courting bets are off.” He stabs his finger at me. “So be ready, Frost.”
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Releasing August 24th, 2017.
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