Page 8 of Curvy Perfection

Kirsty closed her eyes, counted to ten, and then opened the door. She had changed into her pajamas, which consisted of a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She never went out of her home like this. It was way too hot to be in anything else. She’d pinned her hair to the back of her neck.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“We need to talk,” Ward said.

“It’s late.”

“It’s seven o’clock. That’s not late.”

She glared at him.

“Fine, we can talk about how we kissed the other night, and we can wonder who is going to be listening in on our conversation. Just because it looks like no one is around, this is a small town, and people are always sneaking around.”

She rolled her eyes and stepped back, giving him the opportunity to walk into her home.

“Fine, but be quiet,” she said.

As she closed and locked the door, it wasn’t lost on her that she barely had a stitch of clothing on.

“Something smells good.”

She shook her head. “Come on.”

She made her way upstairs, wondering if he was staring at her ass, but then she tried not to think about it, and instead focused on not tripping over anything.

Once inside the main part of her home, she closed the door that led to the stairs toward the front door. She’d already closed the curtains.

Now, she was truly alone with Ward.

He followed her into the kitchen and she saw his gaze go to her food.

“Here,” she said, offering half her sandwich.

She expected him to decline, but he took the sandwich and had a bite. Sitting down at her table, he followed suit, sitting opposite, and she waited.

He actually pinched some of her food right off her plate, but she didn’t tell him off, or swat at his hand.

There was no way she was going to be able to eat while he was watching her.

Neither of them spoke as they ate, and she couldn’t deny that it was a lot of fun. This was crazy. She shouldn’t be enjoying her food while Ward sat opposite her. It just wasn’t right.

It was insane.

They finished their food, and she grabbed him a bottle of water, bringing over a tea for herself. Normally, she was a coffee girl, but in the last few months she’d started enjoying herbal tea. She blamed Bethany for tempting her.

“What do you want to talk about first, the kiss or the bet?”

As far as conversation starters went, she didn’t like it.

“Those are my two options?” she asked. “One or the other?”

“We’re going to talk about both, but it’s up to you which one we start with.”

The last thing she wanted to talk about was the kiss. Then again, she didn’t know how the bet conversation was going to turn out.

It was the easiest option. “The bet.”

Chapter Four