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124 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 3, 2013
“We’re like a retrofit project, making the older, classic style integrate with the modern. When everything says we probably shouldn’t gel, we just seem to work.�
Jesus. I wasn’t imagining things. This kid was seriously flirting with me. Fuck.
I should have stopped it.
But I couldn’t. While the logical, sensible side of my brain was telling me to put an end right now to this nonsense, the selfish, infatuated, stupid part of my brain wanted it. My body wanted it.
I looked back at him, at his smug little smile, then snatched the jar of peanut butter from his hand. “Flattery in a jar, huh?�
"No jokes about the elderly?" I asked. "Yesterday you were full of cheek about my age."
"Can you remember yesterday?" he asked, wide-eyed. "Your Alzheimer medication must really work."
"You're such a little shit."
I told him with my eyes he was in trouble, to which he replied with his eyes that he'd enjoy every moment of it.
It was never supposed to be complicated. It was never supposed to be anything. I certainly was never supposed to be involved with a man I worked with, a man half my age. I was never supposed to have feelings for him, or to enjoy every moment I spent with him.
Cooper was honest, almost to a fault. He spoke transparently. If he thought it, he said it. I liked that trait in people. I liked it in him.
I just stared at him - wondering what on earth it was about him that intrigued me so much - and right there, in a city of millions with the noise of people and cars and buzzing past us, we sat in silence and had ourselves a moment.
"I thought you said just one kiss?"
"I thought you said it wouldn't be enough."
"His whole face lit up. “Really? You’d take me and show me?�
I would. I was starting to think I’d take him anywhere, show him anything, to see him smile like that. I nodded. “Yes.�
‘I shouldn't like the way his eyes sparkled when he learnt something new. I shouldn't like the way his lips curled when he smiled. I shouldn't wonder what they felt like, how soft they'd feel against mine�