Tackling Love - Kathleen Kelly Page 0,11
I wink and head off in search of the wine.
Truthfully, I have maybe two nice bottles, and the rest are ones I either liked the look of the pretty label or they were given to me. I pass a mirror on my way, and he’s right, my hair is messier than a bun, so I do a quick u-turn and head for the bathroom.
“I’ll be right back,” I yell.
I try to brush my hair into submission, apply a little makeup, add some perfume, and go back to Colt. He glances at me as I slink past him to find the wine.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“No, but I wanted to. My hair was a little… out of control.”
Colt grins as he begins frying off some onions with the garlic.
“Hope you like garlic.”
“Umm… yum!”
My kitchen is small, and Colt is huge, so trying to navigate around him isn’t easy, especially when he deliberately gets in my way. His hands go to my waist as he pretends he needs something from the drawer I’m hunting through for the bottle opener. They move down over my hips, and I look up at him.
“Are we cooking or fooling around?”
“I’d prefer the latter, but I have a feeling you’re going to make me work for it.” A cheeky smirk spreads across his face.
“I need food.”
“Your wish is my command, so get out of my way. I need this…” He grabs a wooden spoon out of the drawer and waves it in the air.
I giggle and hand him the bottle of red and the opener. “Would you mind?”
Colt place the spoon on a plate and opens the bottle for me while I grab wine glasses off a shelf.
“I like your home… it’s small but cozy.”
“My dad helped me get it. I’ve paid him back, but without his help, I would never have been able to afford it.”
Colt puts a lid on his concoction and pours the wine. “That needs to simmer for a bit. Want to move this party to the couch?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
“Follow me.” I lean across the counter, grab my glass, and Colt picks up his and the bottle.
My couch is linen, powder blue in color with big arms. It’s the kind of couch you sink into. I’ve spent more than one night asleep on it. I nestle into my normal spot, and Colt sits right next to me. The television is still on pause.
“What were you watching?”
I laugh nervously. “The Notebook.”
A bark of laughter escapes Colt. “No, no, no! I’m not watching that. Where do you keep your DVDs?”
I point to the cabinet with glass doors. It’s wooden, and it belonged to my mother. Colt places his glass on the small side table next to the couch, and immediately begins rummaging through my collection.
“No…. don’t you have any action films?” There’s surprise in his voice.
“Yeah, I have Thor. It’s down the bottom.”
Colt cocks an eyebrow at me with a smirk on his lips. “Out of all the Avengers’ movies, you have the one romancey one? Skye, you need to get out more.” He turns back to the DVDs. “And you have them in alphabetical order?”
“It makes it easier to find them,” I protest.
Colt laughs and picks out the latest Tarzan movie. “Any good?”
“It has Alexander Skarsgard in it, so yes.”
Colt shakes his head but puts it into the player, then he settles next to me, entwining his fingers with mine. “This is nice.”
“Yeah, it is. Is it hard to date you?” I blurt out.
Colt chuckles. “I don’t really date… you obviously know that. I’d like to give this a go, but I’m not sure how it’s going to work. The press, the fans, it’s going to be hard, and the last thing I would want is for you to be put in any kind of danger.” His face is so serious as he speaks.
“Danger?”
Colt’s thumb rubs the inside of my wrist soothingly. “It can all get a bit crazy. Gray dated a girl a while back, and she ended up with a stalker. In the end, she broke it off as she couldn’t handle all the attention.”
“Gray?”
“Grayson Moore, he’s my closest friend. She hurt him pretty bad, but he got it.”
“Well, tonight, let’s watch a movie, have dinner, and take it from there.”
Colt grins, settles back, and hits play.
COLT
Skye is on top of me, her blonde hair loose as she rides me. She has one hand planted on my chest and is concentrating hard with her eyes