Miss. Parsons is a fresh-out-of-college high school English Literature teacher who has a passion for love, Shakespeare and apparently, hunky southern cowboys. She pays close attention to detail, including the flirty smiles exchanged by students and...
The waitress is eyeing up Dustin and I'm afraid that my eyes are gonna get stuck in the back of my head.
"Will that be all for you?" She's biting the cap of her pen between her front teeth, her head tilting so her bleached ponytail is on full display.
"For me, yes, but you have yet to ask my little lady over here." He smiles politely at her as he places his menu down and motions in my direction. The waitress, whose nametag reads, Lola, gives him a confused look before she wakes up and acknowledges me. Once she finally does, her brown eyes are bored and the pen is no longer attached to her ruby red lipstick.
"And for you, ma'am?" Her tone is bored, but I brush it off as I realize Dustin has given me his full attention from across the table.
"I'll try the reuben, with sweet potato fries, please." My voice is light while I hand over the menu to her awaiting paws. She turns on her yellow heels and begins nearly stomping away as if she were a child, then she notices a lone truck driver sitting at the bar by himself and shimmies over to him.
"What a sweet girl." Dustin jokes, he doesn't turn to watch her go nor does he encourage her flirting and I can't help the smile that's being displayed on my face.
"Don't start." I warn, teasingly, before ripping the tip of the paper off my straw and pulling it towards the end. I then aim it in Dustin's direction and blow at the exposed end causing the paper to fly in his direction. He bats the paper away as I chuckle out a hyena laugh.
"Mm, that's sexy." He wiggles his eyebrows in my direction before our meal is handed over from Lola, who shows no interest in Dustin this time around. "Thank you." Dustin is polite although I opt for the jealous role and hardly murmur a 'Thanks'.
"Enjoy." She's being sarcastic as she nealry throws the plates down on the table, but I shake it off and dig into my lunch.
"Don't fill up too much now, make sure you save room for dessert." Dustin winks at me and I can't help the laugh that escapes from me.
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"I had a lot of fun," my cheeks were tinged pink from the moment we walked into the restaurant till now, when we were standing in front of my apartment door.
"So, are you gonna pass my sister now that I went out with you?" He questioned, the teasing wasn't drained from his voice though and I raised my hand to punch him in the shoulder, although his larger hand came up and stopped it, "hold your horses there girly, I didn't make enough room for a knuckle-sandwich." Holding back a laugh would be pointless.
"Well, I guess I best be gettin' gone then," He trailed on his sentence, however I wasn't sure I would last a second in there alone with him.
"I guess so," I smiled, getting on my tiptoes and planting a swift kiss on his stubbly cheek. He grabbed my arm just before I was able to twist the key. "Damn, was I that bad that you won't even consider inviting me in for coffee?" He joked.
"Well, if you insist," I unlocked my door and motioned for him to join me. "Welcome to my humble abode." My attempt at a British accent caused the heat to spread to my neck. Specks was quick to greet us; I had taken notice of the pot of coffee I made earlier this morning and immediately went to toss it down the sink to brew a fresh batch.
"So, this is that exotic dog of yours?" I nodded as I poured in the coffee grinds which was then followed by the water, "I do have to say this i-" He was cut off by his ringtone blaring through the apartment; looking down at his phone he cursed softly and excused himself. Understanding, I nodded and went back to waiting for the coffee.
"Mabel, I told you," He started, and I didn't mean to be an eavesdropper but he was within earshot. "I'm with a friend."
"I'll be home in an hour, pinky promise," His voice jumped off the walls and into my ears, I felt my heart grow sad at the thought of him leaving, yet this was not a time to be greedy. "I love you too." His footsteps hit against the tile, smacking them and growing louder which each step. Turning towards the cabinet, I plucked two coffee mugs from their places and poured some of the black liquid in them. "Little sisters, am I right?"
I couldn't help but stuff down a laugh as Harper entered my mind, shaking my head I cleared any thought of her. "You're righter than right on that one," I allowed a smile to stretch my lips and I wasn't able to decide whether it was a sarcastic smile or not.
Suddenly, the nape of my neck was flooded with a warm breath blowing against it and two strong arms found their way around my waist.
"You alright there, girly?" Since we've gone to lunch he has taken a liking to this new 'girly' nickname, and in the back of my mind I can't help but be wishful that he'll add 'my' to the beginning of it one of these times.
"I would be if this coffee had some milk and sugar in it." I supplied a laugh into the awkward atmosphere, however it was no use.
I grabbed the container of sugar that I kept near by and dumped two teaspoons into my cup, "want any?" I shook the container around while waiting on a reply.
"No thanks, I got all the sugar I need right here," His arms tightened around me, that popped a laugh out of me. I attempted to wiggle from his grasp, yet his arms had me on lockdown. Turning in his arms I was met with a face full of brown and tan plaid, my 5'7 frame was engulfed by his much larger one, he must've been 6'5.
"How tall are you?" I blurted out, the words slipped before I was able to wrangle them up at the tip of my tongue and slide them back down my throat.
"6'4, little girly," His chuckle rumbled down his chest, sending vibrations to my ear and I liked it. That wasn't the ideal word I wanted placed in front of 'girly' but we'll work our way there.
"Hmm," I hummed and rested my head against his chest; closing my eyes I was able to savor the moment with his finger tips running their way up and down my side and the steady beating of his heart while mine was hammering against my skeleton - I feared he could feel the thumping against his stomach. I looked up at Dustin, he didn't have one of them sharp jawlines or washboard abs but, he was real and I liked that. "I like this," I didn't bother to reel the words back into my mouth, I meant them with every fiber in my being.
