Reflect Me Teaser #2
*Teaser has not been edited and is subject to change before release of Reflect Me*
After having a great lunch with Wynee and Justin, they left to go visit Justin’s dad. Logan and I stayed behind because I refused to leave The Creamery without some ice cream. As I scarfed down my double scoop waffle cone of chocolate chip cookie dough, I caught Logan looking at me out of the corner of my eye. He was licking his lips.
“What, do I have something on my face?” I frantically started wiping my mouth fearing I had ice cream everywhere. Logan gave me one of those token laughs and shook his head slowly.
“No, not at all Cookie. Your face looks perfect as always.”
“Cookie? Did you just call me Cookie?”
“I did. I’ve decided that’s my new nickname for you. Everyone calls you Molls, so I wanted to be different.”
“You can’t call me Cookie!” It wasn’t meant to, but it came out as a bit of a growl.
“And exactly why the hell not?” He honestly looked offended and a little angry. Damn he was hot when he was angry.
I took a big lick of my ice cream cone. “Because, I feel like you calling me Cookie is you implying I eat lots of cookies, therefore, implying I'm a fat ass, and I don’t like implications Logan.” He took his thumb and ran it across my bottom lip. When he pulled it away I saw he had a little bit of cookie dough on it. He ever so slowly put his cookie dough coated thumb in his mouth and sucked on the tip of it. That was hands down, the sexiest damn thing I had ever seen.
“I would never think you were a fat ass, because your ass is amazing. I’m going to call you Cookie because that’s what you are. You are the best kind of cookie there is, a little hard on the outside, but sweet and soft on the inside, mouthwatering, made to perfection, and I could eat you all day long and never get sick of you.”
“Oh.” That was my only response. I knew my cheeks were bright red, but there was no way in hell to not blush at that. Did he just say he could eat my all day? Oh dear God! Logan Reed was going to be the death of me, and my vibrators batteries!
After having a great lunch with Wynee and Justin, they left to go visit Justin’s dad. Logan and I stayed behind because I refused to leave The Creamery without some ice cream. As I scarfed down my double scoop waffle cone of chocolate chip cookie dough, I caught Logan looking at me out of the corner of my eye. He was licking his lips.
“What, do I have something on my face?” I frantically started wiping my mouth fearing I had ice cream everywhere. Logan gave me one of those token laughs and shook his head slowly.
“No, not at all Cookie. Your face looks perfect as always.”
“Cookie? Did you just call me Cookie?”
“I did. I’ve decided that’s my new nickname for you. Everyone calls you Molls, so I wanted to be different.”
“You can’t call me Cookie!” It wasn’t meant to, but it came out as a bit of a growl.
“And exactly why the hell not?” He honestly looked offended and a little angry. Damn he was hot when he was angry.
I took a big lick of my ice cream cone. “Because, I feel like you calling me Cookie is you implying I eat lots of cookies, therefore, implying I'm a fat ass, and I don’t like implications Logan.” He took his thumb and ran it across my bottom lip. When he pulled it away I saw he had a little bit of cookie dough on it. He ever so slowly put his cookie dough coated thumb in his mouth and sucked on the tip of it. That was hands down, the sexiest damn thing I had ever seen.
“I would never think you were a fat ass, because your ass is amazing. I’m going to call you Cookie because that’s what you are. You are the best kind of cookie there is, a little hard on the outside, but sweet and soft on the inside, mouthwatering, made to perfection, and I could eat you all day long and never get sick of you.”
“Oh.” That was my only response. I knew my cheeks were bright red, but there was no way in hell to not blush at that. Did he just say he could eat my all day? Oh dear God! Logan Reed was going to be the death of me, and my vibrators batteries!
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