Make Me Yours

Easy E? ‘Where are we going?’

‘Breakfast. And don’t argue. Bat hunting makes me hungry.’ He grabbed a long-sleeved T-shirt and yanked it on over his head.

I laughed and followed him to the door.

I noticed him attach something to his belt loop and when I got closer, I saw that it was a pager.

I followed him down the stairs and fell in line beside him as we began walking down the block. I made a point of eyeing the pager strapped to his waist, cocking an eyebrow at him in question. ‘Nineteen-ninety-six called and wants its pager back.’

He chuckled low under his breath, shaking his head. ‘I need it for work.’ He adjusted his T-shirt so that the obtrusive object was concealed.

‘Are you a pimp?’

‘Nope.’ He smiled.

‘A drug dealer?’

‘Um, no. I’m a volunteer at the Chicago Fire Department.’

‘You’re a firefighter?’

‘Yeah.’

Wow. That would explain his insanely muscular body. ‘How often do you…’

‘Get a call?’

I nodded.

‘I’m always on call, and attend a training every Monday night for two hours.’

That was interesting. I’d never known a volunteer firefighter. I wondered if that was a lot to manage with school and studying.

We reached a small diner at the corner. Despite living nearby for two years, I’d never been to this place. It always looked a little too shady. A flickering neon sign announced that it was open twenty-four, seven, and bells above the door chimed when Cohen pulled it open and held it for me. Walking by him, I got a lovely whiff of fabric softener and what had to be his own masculine scent. Mmm. I wanted to stop and press my nose into his chest, but I kept walking. The sign said to seat yourself and I chose a pleather booth near the window.

Cohen slid in across from me. He lifted the two menus from the napkin holder and handed me one.

‘Thanks.’

‘Are you hungry?’ he asked.

‘Sure. I can eat.’ I could always eat. I wasn’t one of those girls who pretended not to eat. I liked food, so kill me. And I think if you really asked them, most guys liked a few soft curves on a woman’s body. Besides, wine and chocolate hadn’t been the most filling of dinners.

‘The pancakes here are awesome.’ He folded his menu and stuck it back in its place.

‘Okay then.’ I smiled and handed him my menu too, and he placed it neatly beside his.

The waitress sauntered over with a sweet smile for Cohen. He ordered two stacks of pancakes and after pausing to ask me if I’d like coffee too, he ordered us both a coffee as well.

He was adorable, and even having only just met, I somehow felt totally comfortable around him.

Cohen’s gaze drifted from my face to my chest, and he suddenly shifted in his seat and tuned to face the window, his expression uncomfortable. Had I done something wrong?

I looked down and for the first time, remembered my braless state. Crap! The air conditioning had turned my girls into brazen hussies begging for attention. This tank top wasn’t exactly full coverage either. I adjusted the shirt as best I could and caught Cohen’s reflection in the glass. A smile tugged at his lips.

The waitress delivered two mugs of steaming black coffee to our table.

‘Cold?’ He smiled slightly, sliding my coffee towards me.

‘Shush,’ I warned, accepting the coffee and dumped a heap of sugar into the mug, stirring it with more force than was necessary.

‘Here.’ Cohen pulled his long sleeve T-shirt over his head, leaving him in just his T-shirt, and he held it out to me across the table.

‘Thanks.’ I shrugged it on. It was still warm and smelled like boy. Delicious boy. Boy that had already turned me down once today. Or was that yesterday now? Not that it mattered. I wouldn’t be throwing myself at him again. Period.

I rolled up the sleeves of Cohen’s shirt and tried to avoid inhaling the scent of it.

The waitress was soon back with our pancakes, and left a plate in front of each of us. The pancakes were as big as dinner plates and stacked several high. A scoop of butter melted in the center and the scent of warm vanilla wafted in the air.

‘Wow. This is bigger than I expected.’

Cohen slid the syrup toward me. ‘Think you can handle it?’ His smirk was naughty, playful.

Ugh. Why did he have to be so hot?

‘Oh, I can handle it like a Goddamn champ.’ I cringed. What was I even saying?

Cohen chuckled and scooped the heap of butter off his pancakes and onto the saucer beside his plate. I guess you didn’t get a body like that from eating globs of butter.

I had no such worries. And I freaking loved butter. I used my knife to smear the melted puddle all over mine.

‘You have a girlfriend?’ I asked after swallowing a delicious bite of melt-in-your-mouth pancake.

He nodded, taking another bite. ‘I’ve sort of been seeing someone.’

‘But she wasn’t over tonight?’

‘She doesn’t stay over,’ he commented, wiping his mouth.

That was curious. Was he the kind of guy that refused to allow a girl to sleep over? Hm. Cohen seemed to provoke more questions than answers.

‘What about you? Boyfriend?’

‘Nope,’ I said, a little too proudly.

He chuckled. ‘I have a feeling there’s a story there.’

I shrugged. ‘Not much to tell, I’m just not looking for a relationship. Besides, once I get my doctorate in another year or two, I’ll probably be moving on. I want to have fun and not take things too seriously.’