Stay With Me ✔

9.

"Chocolate or vanilla?"

"Chocolate, obviously."  I watch as Rave slides out of the booth and walks to the counter to order out milkshakes. He leans on the counter as he waits and as if he can feel me staring at him, he looks over his shoulder and gives me a signature, heart stopping smile. 

I can feel myself blushing, but I don't try to hide it, I've grown used to Rave's comments and jokes. I smile back and bite my lip as his eyes linger on my face and his eyes get that look he gets sometimes - a look that says he likes what he sees, or that he wants to slide into the booth with me and finally do what I've been waiting months for him to do.

This is the longest he and Lexy have been broken up, and I may be fooling myself, but I like to pretend it has something to do with me. 

The woman behind the counter hands Rave two milkshakes and he walks back towards me, taking a sip of each before sitting them on the table. "I don't remember saying you could have a drink of mine." 

"I don't remember asking." His eyes have a teasing sparkle in them and I find myself smiling at him like an idiot. My eyes wander from his green eyes to his perfect jawline and then down to his arms where his shirt is tightly stretched across his biceps as he leans on the table with his arms crossed.

"You're cute when you do that." 

"Do what?" I take a sip from the straw in my shake, trying to avoid eye contact so that he doesn't see me internally freak out because he just called me cute.

"Check me out." I glance up and see his smirk.

"I don't check you out." I lie.

"Yes you do."

I take another drink of my milkshake and avoid looking at him, a brain freeze quickly forming in my head. Rave starts to laugh at my avoidance and reaches out to pull my shake from me, "It's okay, Ky. I check you out too." 

"Chocolate or vanilla?" Rave asks, his smooth voice bringing me back to the present where we're sitting in the same booth as so many nights before. He'd picked me up at the radio station and I was having a really good time with him at the diner. It was just like before, only different in a way too. 

"Is that even a question?" I've never gotten any other flavor, but he always asks just to be sure. 

He gives me a smile before rolling his eyes and sliding out of the booth towards the counter to order. Just like before, I watch him lean against the counter and chat with the older woman that took our order. I can't hear what they're saying, but she looks over his shoulder at me and gives me a warm smile before turning her eyes back to him and saying something that causes him to laugh before she hands him our shakes. 

"What was that about?" I ask as he slides me my milkshake across the table and takes his seat. 

"Nothing." A playful smile spreads across his face and he gives me a wink. 

"I don't believe you."

"It's a secret." He looks over to the woman, Ellen, and then back at me. "I'll tell you one day, I don't want to jinx it." 

"Jinx what?" 

Instead of answering, Rave rolls his lips into his mouth and shakes his head. I'm about to question him further when his phone begins to ring and he pulls it out of his pocket and frowns at the screen. "Something wrong?"

His eyes flash to me and then back to the screen, "It's my sister. She's at a sleepover." He answers the call, moving his phone to his ear and says "Hello?" with furrowed brows.