“Same. I was working before you came in, so maybe I should go back to that until the power comes back on and let you sleep—though I’ll have to wake you up if there’s another earthquake.”
A low chuckle. “Oh yeah?”
The rumble in his voice rendered me speechless. I closed my eyes and held back a moan.
“Just giving you a fair warning, that’s all.”
“Feel free to wake me up whenever you want. I won’t mind.”
I wasn’t going to comment on that one.
“Hey, Zoe?” he asked, his voice somewhere between husky and sleepy, heavier on the husky side.
“Yeah?” I croaked, not sounding nearly as sexy as he did. I was still trying to recover from what his voice was doing to me.
“Where is your boyfriend right now?”
Oh.
I stiffened and tried to pull my hand away from his, but I couldn’t break his hold.
“Why are you asking?”
“He’d know you’re scared of earthquakes, right? If he is your boyfriend, he knows. I just thought he’d call to see how you are by now. If my girlfriend was afraid of earthquakes, I’d be there for her.”
“I told you it was complicated.”
You’re such a little shit, Zoe.
“Okay. If you say so. I was just asking.”
Chapter Nine
Dylan
“Zoe? Can I ask you a big favor?”
She was sitting on the small rug in front of the coffee table, her favorite spot to sit when she was working on her laptop, it seemed. If she was watching a movie, her preference was different: snuggling up on the big leather couch.
“How big is it?” she asked, her gaze still focused on the screen and the photo she was working on.
At her words, my lips stretched into a full grin.
When I didn’t answer quickly enough, she lifted her eyes to find mine. She must’ve understood the reason for my grin because her cheeks turned a rosy color and she huffed out a breath.
“How old are you again?” she mumbled.
I chuckled and opened the fridge to get some orange juice.
“It’s big, but not so big that you can’t handle it.”
She faced her laptop. “I already saw it, remember? It’s not that big. Sure, it looks impressive since you’re a shower, and if I remember correctly, I already congratulated you on that. I don’t think it’d get any bigger though, which takes me back to…not that big.”
I was watching her in shocked silence with the box of OJ still in my hand. She usually had that effect on me, so it wasn’t new, but it still got me every time.
“Not that I remember it vividly,” she muttered as an afterthought. “What?” she snapped when she saw the look on my face.
“Uh, Zoe, I was talking about the favor I wanted to ask—as in, it’s a big favor, but nothing you can’t handle.”
Her lips parted. “Oh.” She cleared her throat. “You’re going to ignore the word vomit. You didn’t hear any of that.”
“Of course. What are friends for?” I smiled and poured myself some juice. “Do you want some?”
“No, thanks. So what is this favor?”
In the days following her little earthquake freak-out, we’d gotten a little closer, a little more like actual friends—not buddies, exactly, but friends. She was still having trouble meeting my eyes, but the amount of time she spent looking at my chin or ear while talking to me had decreased. Plus, even though we only saw each other in passing, and some days not even for more than ten minutes, the more time passed, the more I learned about her.
It was great. I liked that she was opening up little by little every day—apart from the fact that I still wasn’t sure about her boyfriend situation, that is. I was having trouble getting a read on her. She had secret phone calls, whispering to make sure I couldn’t hear anything even when I wasn’t in the same room with her, but it could’ve easily been one of her friends. Still, I had my suspicions, but that was all they were—suspicions—and I hoped some of them really were just that.
Until I knew for sure, I wouldn’t get to steal the kiss she owed me, and from seeing how seriously she was taking our bet, I didn’t think she’d cave any time soon either.
“I’m swamped today. I need to meet with one of my trainers to discuss if he can help me get ready for the combine. If it’s a go, we need to make a schedule. After that, we have a team meeting, and then I have a class and another study group right after. I need to get a few things for the week, like pasta, chicken, and a few others, so if you have time, can you help me out with that? I’ll owe you one.”
“You want me to get you groceries?”
“If you have the time. I’m pretty much out of everything, and this week’s already going to be crazy as it is with the game, so I don’t think I’ll get a chance to do it myself. I’ll give you my debit card if you say you can do it.”