He walks toward me, his smile radiant and his bright, green eyes crinkling at the corners.
I can't help but smile back.
I watch him as he watches me.
I bet my view is way better.
He licks his lips and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. I want to lick it, or gently bite it. I imagine the scruff from his five o'clock shadow tickling my lips, and squeeze my thighs together to relieve the ache between them.
He runs a hand through his wavy, messy hair and I groan, longing to do the same; wishing I was that hand.
His eyebrows rise up as he approaches. "Hey, Bella, what are you up to?"
I shrug. "Not much. You?"
"Same." His lips wrap around each word.
I bite my lip hard enough to stop myself from telling him what a huge crush I have on him and how I wish he'd kiss me already and take me out of my misery.
Instead, I say, "I was just going to get a coffee. Want to stand in line with me?"
I am lame.
But the smile he gives me eclipses the one from moments ago. "I'll follow you anywhere, Bella."
My toes curl and my insides quiver as he extends his hand toward mine.
Gulping, I nervously slip my palm against his. "Okay."
I look up at him shyly and the way he's beaming down at me tells me that maybe there's a chance.
We walk inside the coffee shop together, confidence radiating off of him in waves.
My hand never leaves his as he orders our drinks. He charms Mrs. Cope into giving us free scones and offers to feed me because my hands are full.
That's when I know I'll get to taste that tempting apple someday.