To kick the week off, I thought I'd share a little bit of what I've been working on...

“Then he’s more of a dumbass than I thought.” He says right before the waitress returns with our drinks. I quickly take a long drink from my Diet Coke, studying him as she stands there to take our orders. He orders me the blueberry pancakes without asking. He’s shaking his head when she walks away. “You don’t believe me. Why? You’re a gorgeous girl, Grace.”
“I doubt you’re that shallow that you would date a girl just because you find her pretty.”
That dimple flashes again with his smile and I grab up the salt shaker again to keep from reaching out and touching the small indent of skin.
His voice is soft, sending goose bumps dancing over my skin when he says, “Oh, I can be shallow like everybody else. And I said gorgeous. Not pretty.”
Shit, that’s a good line. I might just melt into a puddle of goo at his feet.