He stares at me for a full five count and then laughs again, only it sounds more like a laugh-groan than a real laugh. "Jesus Christ, you're going to ruin me, princess."
"Am not," I mutter, slightly offended and a little bit turned on. I like when he calls me princess. It makes me feel like he thinks I'm something important. "You could probably eat all those cookies and still look like someone carved you. Which really isn't fair, by the way."
"What isn't fair?"
"You being all hot." Crap. I did not mean to say that.
He laughs again. "I'm pretty sure if I eat all these, I'll go into a diabetic coma."
"Oh no!" I gasp, dismayed. "You're diabetic?"
"No, I'm not diabetic." He rubs his fingers across my arm like he's trying to comfort me. The motion causes goosebumps to climb up my arm. "I fucking love cookies."
"Oh." I smile, relieved. "That's good then. I love them too. I don't eat them very often though. They aren't good for me."
"If you even think about suggesting you're fat, I'm spanking your sexy ass," he growls.
Oh wow. I think I just had a mini-orgasm.
"Um…" I trail off, caught between the desire to say yes, please to the spanking and the urge to flee upstairs to the relative safety of my apartment. I've never been spanked before. Actually, I've never been anything'd before. I think I'd like if it he spanked me though. Which probably isn't a good thing because I don't even know his name. "What's your name?"
"Carter Grayson."
"I'm Luna Goodson."
"You're kidding me," he mumbles and then immediately shakes his head. "Of course you aren't kidding. Fuck. You're definitely going to ruin me."
"Stop saying that!"
"It's true."
"It's rude."
He smirks at me again, showing off that dimple, but he doesn't say anything. We just stand there for a moment, staring at each other. His green eyes rove across my face like he's memorizing it. He still has a hold of my arm, which is kind of nice. Especially when he runs the rough pad of his finger across my skin.
I wonder if he'd spank me if I asked nicely?