Monthly Bonus Content #3—Sweet Looks...(Nate version) (Patreon)

A sharp corner of tinfoil pricks into my finger, and I let out a small hiss, shaking out the pinch of pain.

“Remind me again why we’re doing this,” I say, wrapping the foil around the small chocolate egg and throwing it into the metallic pile of other ones, all held together by a paper mache rabbit’s head.

Nate smiles, his posture still stick-straight even after an hour and a half of wrapping ridiculously tiny treat eggs. “Because you want to help in the town’s upcoming event.”

I tilt my head. “Actually, I think it was you who wanted to help, and I got suckered into it because you gave me the look.”

He swings his head over to face me and pauses. “The look?”

“Oh, don’t be giving me that ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ expression,” I say, poking a finger into his shoulder. “You know exactly which look I’m talking about.”

He purposefully places down the egg he was wrapping, rests a hand on the sofa between us and angles closer.

His luscious brown eyes darken as he gazes at me, his lips slightly parting to draw my full attention, and he lets a warm rush of breath sweep over me. “You mean this look?”

My mouth ignores my request to speak. I try to swallow down the rising swell of heat and wanting that forms in my stomach before rushing straight down each limb and surging between my legs.

“Yep. That’s, uh, that’s definitely the look,” I manage to fumble out, pressing against his chest to move him back so as I can take a breath and calm the thundering of my heart.

He chuckles, the sound deep and husky and not helping at all with my attempts to calm myself.

“I guess you were right. I do know which look you were speaking of,” he comments, focusing back on wrapping the egg and placing it with care with the others.

“A look you shouldn’t abuse,” I remind him. “Or it may just lose its power.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” he comments with a half-smile.

I look over at him with a brow arched. “That’s pretty sure of yourself.”

“No, it’s not that,” he replies, meeting my eye with his smile widening. “But I know for a fact that the look you use on me will never lose its power. So I hope mine will be the same.”

I blink. “My look? I don’t have a look.”

“You most certainly do have a look. A look that you use to very effective and full effect,” he states with a shake of his head and then sighs. “Gets me every time.”

I reach out, resting my fingers over his and dropping them into his lap. His eyes swivel to meet mine once again. I then inch closer, gazing at him with every flurry of longing that he drew out of me moments before, licking at my top lip to tug at it slightly.

“You mean this look?” I mumble.

I can see his chest rise higher as he draws in a deep breath, a slight growl on the end of it. He clears his throat and forces his fingers through his hair, glancing away as he fumbles on a reply.

I let out a small, triumphant laugh, turning back to my task with a nod. “I guess I do have a look.”