Flowers and Filthy Poetry

6. Definitely stupid

Francis came over the next day just as promised, with a half eaten pack of Hobnobs. He walked over to where I was seated and I instinctively held my hand out.

He placed the empty wrapper on the palm of my hand and turned his back to me like it was the most normal thing to do.

I threw the wrapper after him as he tried to dodge it, "what?! What?!" He laughed.

"Where's my poem?"

"Entitled much?"

I blushed, it was all I ever did when he was around.
It's weird but those poems were all I'd been waiting for, the reason I even decided to wake up today or open the shop.

I wasn't sure if his poems were poor attempts at rizz or poor attempts at humour. Whatever the case was, I liked them, I wanted them.

"You'll have to earn it." He smirked while I sulked.

"I won't even try." I replied dryly.

I had a bad habit. I was never vocal about how I felt and if I ever was vocal, it was about how I didn't feel. Like in this instance and many other that you've had the misfortune of witnessing.
I kept pushing Francis away when all I really wanted was to let him know how much his poems really meant to me.

"Ha! The lies. I know my poems keep you awake during the night, Keeping you company when you're all alone." He wiggled his brow suggestively.

Or maybe he did know just how much they meant to me.

I shot him a nasty glare, my cheeks burning up while he laughed to his hearts content all at my expense.

"So it's true," he said in a low voice.
The chair screeched as he scooted closer, the gap between us now no longer in existence.

"Not at all." I said hurriedly not sure what I was denying but denying it none the less.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk." Francis shook his head as his hands traced figurines on my thighs. The proximity coupled with my dirty mind made it difficult for both me and little me to breathe.

"Do you know how bad it feels to be lied to." He was staring into my eyes, his fingertips etched higher and higher and I was ready to jump him.

"....to be lied to by a hot guy?"

I was going to do something stupid, something I may not regret but definitely stupid before Francis just stopped being a tease abruptly and lifted himself off the chair.

"I was meaning to ask you,"

Yes. Ask. Me.

"Are you ordering in any new books?"

Oh.

"The shelves are kinda empty."

It was only then did I notice the vacancies. Having Francis here had actually made me a profit, he knew exactly what the customers were looking for and even used some sales tactics in persuading them to buy more and more.

"I'll ring my aunt about it later." I said breathlessly, cringing at myself.

"Brilliant."

"Can I read this to you?" He asked after a short pause, holding up a copy of some book.

"What?" How could he change the subject that quickly? I wasn't going to let this slide.