Page 41 of A Little Tempting
“Because I think youabductedmy heart.”
My mouth twitches. “You’re right. That one was worse.”
Undeterred, she skates toward me, her camera poised and ready. “Hey, Reeves, hey, Reeves.”
“Yes?”
“If you were a fruit, you’d be afineapple.” She laughs. “Get it? Afineapple?”
I hold back my grin, and my head swivels as I watch her skate around me in slow circles. “Wow.”
Letting her camera hang limply around her neck, she scans a few more pickup lines, her eyes shining with excitement.
“Oh! Oh! I’ve got it!” she announces.
“Yes?”
She lifts her camera again but doesn’t look through the lens, choosing to skate closer until we’re almost chest to chest. The proximity isn’t necessarily new, but Dylan enforcing it is. Fuck, this girl’s gorgeous. It’s the hundredth time I’m hit with the realization, but every time is like its own gut punch. Fucking beautiful. Her smile. The color in her cheeks. And those eyes? Fuck, those big aquamarines are the clincher. They make her look straight out of a Disney movie where she’s the starring princess, and I’m?—
“Hey, Reeves,” she whispers.
I squeeze my hands at my sides to keep from reaching for her and tugging her against me. “Yeah, Dyl?”
“Did you know…” She bites her bottom lip, shooting for coy, and fuck me, it’s ridiculous enough to work.
“Yea, Dyl?”
“Did you know not even Snape couldSeverusapart?”
A bark of laughter escapes me, and it’s followed by asnap, snap, snapfrom her camera as she tries to capture the moment. “That was lame.”
“Hey, you’re the one with a thing for Harry Potter.”
“No, I have a thing for Dramione,” I counter.
“I still don’t know what it is.”
“It’s Draco and Hermoine. Dramione.”
“And it isn’t real because Hermoine ends up with Ron,” she reminds me.
“Yeah, but only because?—”
“Dylan!” Everett interrupts.
Realizing how close we’re standing, Dylan clears her throat and glides away from me, meeting Everett at the edge of the ice.
“Is this what you needed?” He raises a red and black duffle bag into the air.
With a nod, Dylan skates closer to him, examining whatever he’s holding. “Yeah, this is perfect. Thanks.”
“Sure thing.”
“By the way, Reeves was right earlier,” she adds. “You don’t have to stay. He can give me a ride.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I know, but I feel bad making you wait.”