Heating Up the Holidays
Dustin shifted even closer, right into her personal bubble. “I see you, Cristina. I see the woman who feeds the stray cat her leftover sandwich.”
“Only when the bread is stale.”
“The one who always shoves all her spare change in the homeless guy’s hands every time we go downtown.”
“I hate having change in my pocket.”
“The woman who looks at me and her eyes melt.”
“Hell, no they don’t.”
He just looked at her, smiling knowingly.
Ah, hell. “Shut up, Dustin.”
He did– not because she asked, but because he liked to be quiet sometimes, as she did.
Yeah, he got her. He got her in a way no one else did.