I'd love to go to the lake with him, but we'd have no privacy there. That's probably better. I don't need to be alone with him. The lake it is.
"I've got a movie and popcorn, so you're in luck."
Apparently my brain and my mouth are no longer linked together. Good grief.
"So I should probably ask for your last name," he murmurs while running a hand through his hair. "It's not on your tag."
I chuckle lightly and then say, "Coldwell."
He tilts his head to the side, and then he nods.
"And yours?" I muse. "I suppose I should have asked before inviting you home with me."
A devilish upturn of his lips makes me feel as though I'm coming down with a fever. "You should have. That's very irresponsible of you," he seductively plays. Then he sighs out before answering. "It's… don't laugh… Ice."
I do laugh because he's full of shit, and he lets out a laugh of his own.
"Seriously, what is it?" I giggle out.
He pulls out his wallet while smiling and hands me his license. My eyes fall on his surname that truly says Ice.
"Wow. Kane Ice. Unbelievable."
"I know," he says while putting his proof back in his back pocket. "I've caught hell a time or two. When people call me Vanilla I get a little agitated."
I giggle louder, and then I feel his hand grazing my back to turn me when I almost walk by my own house.
"Thanks," I murmur softly.
He bites back his grin for my completely stupid move, and he follows me up to the porch as I nervously fumble for my keys.
"If this is making you uncomfortable, we can go back to my place. There will be plenty of people around."
Good idea. Say yes.
"No, I'm fine," I lie, forcing a smile.
What's wrong with me?!
I push open the door, and then I quickly flip on the light to show him my very girly decorated home.
"The diner must pay more than I thought," he murmurs as he looks at my furnishings.
I smile lightly while shaking my head. "Everything you see was a housewarming gift from my mother. I paid for the house out of my savings, which was also started by my mother."
"Well, nevertheless, I'm impressed. I'll wait here for you," he says while flipping on the television and sitting down on my couch.
Suddenly, the flashy sectional looks so much sexier with him on it. His long, perfectly sculpted body makes my body start to sweat as I gape openly at his marvelous physique.
"Yeah," I finally force out, and then I quickly disappear into my bedroom.
I start tossing clothes around, trying to find something that doesn't scream slut, while also looking for something that won't make me look undesirable. I suck at mediums.
I hear the shower turn on, and scowl at myself for letting my magic out. The room flies into place, cleaning up my accidental mess, and then I scowl again.
Great. Seeping magic in front of a human. Just what I need.
My phone rings just as I walk into the bathroom, and I roll my eyes when I see who it is.