Webb
I have no idea how I got so bold this morning. Maybe it was waking up with her in my arms, or the way she always smells like peppermint and vanilla, or the idea that someone could have taken her last night. Probably a combo of all three. I’m not backing off though. I want her to be with me. We still have to talk about my interest in her but I’ll wait until later when there’s less danger of us being interrupted.
“Can you cook?” She counters and I shrug. “I make decent hamburgers, spaghetti and killer takeout.” She cracks a hint of a smile. Come on Sofie, laugh for me. Let me hear that sweet sound again.
“How do y’all get so large if you can’t cook scrambled eggs?” She mumbles shaking her head.
“Genetics lotto.” I counter.
“I came out on the losing end of that lotto.”
I open the
