Does he really believe that?
I look into his grey eyes. I want to hate him, but I never could. He is everything to me. But he is older now, gorgeous and popular, and I’m the one girl that can’t have him.
“Come on, I made this for you...”
I look down at the plate. My heart flutters. Written on my egg toast in ketchup is ‘Forgive me?’ I smile. He knew before I asked that he would want my forgiveness. I look up at him and smile.
“I will always forgive you, but Annabelle is gross.”
He laughs.
“We had some fun, didn’t we?” Travis says, bringing me back to the present.
“Yeah, we really did.”
“So, what little note can I put on your egg toast today?”
“Suck my...”
He cuts me off with a slap to my bottom. “Careful, baby. I might just hold you to those words.”
I grin, wagging my finger in front of his face. “Get in the kitchen and make me some breakfast.”
He clutches his heart dramatically. “Wounded!”
“Go on, before I whip you with a dish towel. You know I always kicked your ass with a dish towel.”
“Oh yeah?” he grins, grabbing a dish towel from the sink and spinning it around.
I giggle, taking another one, and whip it at his leg. It makes a loud crack. He chases after me, and I squeal, bolting down the hallway. I sidestep into his room at the last minute, and he skids to a halt. When he enters, I whip him again.
“If I catch you, Mischief, you’re in trouble,” he bellows.
My laughter trails down the hall.
I whip out again, just missing him, but he manages to grip the dish towel and yank it free from my hand. I scream, throwing my hands up.
“I surrender.”
He hooks me around the waist, hauling me up against him. “Fine, but I’ll get you back later. Speaking of later, do you remember when we used to re-enact that scene from Dirty Dancing?”
I squirm, my cheeks burning. “Ugh, that was so lame.”
“It wasn’t lame when you were crawling across the floor towards me. Sylvia,” he purrs.
“Fuck you,” I try to get out of his arms, but he keeps teasing.
“Yes Mickey,” he sings in a girly voice, cupping my ass.
“Not funny.”
“But you did it so well.”
I slap his chest, ducking out of his arms. “You shame me, sir.”
His laughter follows me down the hall.
I am smiling the whole way.