“Why not? It’d look hot on you.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Because what?”
“Because if you haven’t noticed,” I said, pointing to my chest, “I’m not very blessed in some places.”
“I think you’re blessed just fine,” he replied, openly eyeing my chest in amusement. “Twelve weeks pregnant and you’ve got some ample bosoms coming in – OUCH!”
I smacked him hard on the shoulder, betraying the seriousness in me by laughing. To my horror, he threw the dress in our basket and winked at me. “You’re going to look like a goddess in that.”
Shit, I was blushing hard. I chose not to respond, knowing my voice would probably come out sounding like a four year old on a sugar high. Shopping with Heath was a definite no-no, no matter how fun it was.
After he’d filled my basket with clothes, he didn’t lead me to the check out. He spun around and went into a different direction. I wondered if he was going to get himself something too when he abruptly stopped in the baby section. My throat thickened as he began sorting through tiny onesies on a rack.
“Fuck, they’re small, huh?” he said, whistling in surprise, making other mothers lurking around whip their heads in his direction.
I stepped next to him and looked at the unisex newborn clothes he was showing me. He started loading another basket up with some, never once checking the price tags.
I watched the concentration on his face, the way his plump lips pressed down thoughtfully, how his eyes narrowed when he found something he liked… Overall, Heath didn’t look like he belonged in a baby section with his hard face and tattoos crawling all over his body, poking out of the neckline of his shirt. He was too big. Too raw. Too… rough. None of that fit into a delicate little area like this.
“Some good deals here, Allie,” he muttered. “Go on, have a look.”
I pretended to have a look, but my eyes were drawn strictly to him and his seemingly endless mission to spoil the shit out of me and… my baby. Warmth settled over me, and I quickly realized I was starting to really like Heath.
And the worst part was I was liking him in a way I should not be.
Shit. This was bad.
“You alright?” he then asked, looking at me with those piercing brown eyes.
I realized I’d just been caught staring at him for the last who knows how long. I simply nodded and mumbled a yes as I turned my attention back to the clothes. After he was content with the amount we’d gathered, he paid and we left. Not wanting to go home right away, he grabbed us some take out and we ate it at a park near the apartment. There was a rundown basketball court too, and we settled ourselves on the grass just near to it.
“We were meant to watch what we’re buying,” I said, contently eating my small basket of chicken salted fries. Oh, my God, pregnancy had me yearning for everything salty. And pickles. Lots and lots of pickles.
Distracted by the game going on, he shrugged. “We came under budget on groceries. Just enjoy.”
I took a healthy bite of my hotdog when I heard the giggles of a few girls. “Hey Lawson,” they called out to him as they walked past us in the direction of the basketball court. They couldn’t have been that much older than me, wearing their signature tight clothes, all dolled up and effortlessly beautiful.
Heath gave them a friendly smile and a nod, returning his attention to the game between the local boys. I watched the girls closely as they stopped near to us and the court, laughing and whispering in each other’s ears. It took no mastermind to know who they were talking about judging by the glances in his direction.
“They want you,” I said, and then I wanted to do a face palm because how random was that?
“Hmm?” he said, taking a bite out of his burger, engrossed in the game. “Who wants me?”
Now I just rolled my eyes. “You know who. Those girls there, staring holes into you.”
It took a few seconds before he lazily slid his gaze from the game to the three girls. They caught the look and giggled again, louder than before. And this is why I was often excluded in girly cliques; you would sooner find me dead than giggle shamelessly for attention at a good looking dude.
He chuckled at them. “They’re trying too hard, huh? Maybe I should wear a paper bag over my head or something.”
“Or you can talk to them. You need to replace Tru, after all, right?”
His body stiffened and he dragged those eyes over to me. That smile of his was gone, replaced by a bothered look that made me want to take back what I just said. God, I had no filter with him around. Ever since this getting comfortable with each other shit was happening, I’d loosened up remarkably. Even more so than when I was with Ryker. And that said something.
“Sorry,” I quickly apologized, cringing. “You know… I didn’t mean it… It just… What I meant is…” My brain was running on empty. It was like it knew what I’d said was downright dumb, and I deserved his wrath.
He stared at me hard, an unreadable look on his face, and then he leaned closer to me. I watched with knitted brows as his fingers came up to the corner of my mouth. “What you meant is…? Go on,” he whispered, the pad of his index brushing my lip. My being tingled at his touch, and it took me a moment to finally break from his gaze to look down at his finger. Sauce. He’d wiped sauce off me… and here I was thinking it was some kind of erotic moment –
He licked the sauce off his finger and my breath really did leave my body. My mouth parted in surprise, and then I realized, well, shit, that kinda was erotic.
“Allie,” he prompted me softly, as if he hadn’t just wiped sauce off the corner of my mouth and licked it into his. Then, as if to torture me some more, he darted his tongue and licked at his finger again, like he was prying some more taste out of it. A familiar ache pooled at the bottom of my belly, and my cheeks heated when I knew it to be lust.
He raised his brows, charming me with another heart stopping smile, and continued to wait. I blinked at him and then looked down at my hotdog, idly wondering if I should just smear some more sauce around the seam of my lips and hope for him to do it again. Maybe he’d do it with his tongue –
Enough!
“Um, well,” I cleared my mouth and shrugged. “I don’t think sometimes. Ignore that remark. It’s none of my business who you lick – er, you know, see.”