Sin

[2]

“I should’ve screamed when I saw your face;

it was the face of perfection, it was almost a sin.”

 

        “Sugar or cream?”

        “Cream,” I replied as I wrapped my hands around the hot mug.  My hands were freezing, so it was heaven to feel the heat of the coffee surrounding them.  

 

        “Cream, huh?  I pictured you to take sugar,” Nash confessed before handing me four creamers with a soft smile.  In the thirty minutes I’ve spent with him, he seemed to always have that smile on his face.  Not that I was complaining, but I’d think it would hurt to keep a facial expression for so long.

 

        We were at the cute little coffee house he’d mentioned at the party.  I’d liked it immediately.  It was a small place that sort of resembled a diner, starbucks, and a bookstore all in one.  Since I had always been into books, I figured I’d be coming back to this place in the near future.

 

        I raised an eyebrow at him, “why the sugar?”

 

        “Because you’re too sweet,”  he reached his hand across the table until it came into contact with my own.  He started to mess around with the few rings I had on my fingers.  I knew then that he had more to say.

 

        “And?”  I pried even more.  I wanted to know what he was thinking.

 

        “And sweethearts like you usually don’t take the cream...  if you know what I mean.” Nash looked up from my fingers, almost as if  he was nervous for my response..  as if he thought he said something wrong.  

 

        When I didn’t say anything, he laughed.

 

        “What?” I asked as his face turned red and he threw his head back laughing.  I pulled my freshly-warmed hands off the mug and grabbed his forearm, trying to get him to answer me.  “Why are you laughing at me?”  I demanded.

 

        When he kept on howling in amusement, I crossed my arms around my chest and waited for him to stop it.  After a bit of waiting, he finally composed himself.  

 

        “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,”  he apologized, though I didn’t know how sincere it was because he was on the verge of laughing again.  “You’re just so innocent, I swear.”  He let out another small laugh before continuing, “I mean, I kind of knew at the frat house that you’d never partied hard before, but I didn’t know your nativeness went this far.”  

 

        I looked down at the table trying to fight off the mad blush I felt creeping onto my cheeks.  “I’m sorry that I’m not like the other girls, Nash,” I muttered.

 

        The next thing I knew he was up and out of his side of the booth and sitting down right beside me.  I felt his strong fingers on my chin, forcing me to hold his gaze. “Hey,” he whispered.