"That's a shame."
"You're pissed?" He seems genuinely worried.
"It's a shame that you don't actually read filthy smut," I clarify.
His lips quirk into a relieved grin. "Who says I don't?"
"Seriously?"
"What? You think I didn't read the books I bought?" His brow quirks. "Give me a little credit."
"Which one did you read?"
"All of them."
"You didn't."
"Oh, I did." He smirks at me. "Even bought the sequel to one on my Kindle."
"Mason!" I bury my face in his chest, laughing hysterically. I love him so much for admitting that. Wait. What? No, I… Oh, crap.
Crap.
Crap, crap, crap.
I'm falling in love with him.
Jesus Christ. I'm falling in love.
"Um." I slip out of his arms, my heart pounding like a war drum. "I…"
"What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just…" I quickly shake my head. "I just wanted to ask if you want to go…do something?"
"What do you have in mind?"
I think quickly, trying to come up with something. Literally the only thing I can think about is getting him naked and into my bed. That is so not helpful.
"I don't know," I finally say. "Anything."
"Hmm. What would you be doing right now if I weren't here?" he asks.
"Probably harassing Sarah at the bookstore, pretending to be helpful."
"You love it there, don't you?"
"It feels like home to me."
"Then let's go."
"Really?" I eye him sideways. "You're willing to go help out again? For free?"
"No." He stalks toward me. "I'm willing to help out for the opportunity to spend even five more minutes with you, Olive. I'm willing to do all kinds of shady shit for five minutes of your time."
I think my heart is permanently in a state of tachycardic floating now. Because of him, this is where I live.
It doesn't suck.