Blind Spot by Katana Collins

Author:Katana Collins [Collins, Katana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Embrace, girl next door, enemies to lovers, Katana Collins, NA, poor girl, romance, new adult, Entangled, opposites attract, boy next door, NA Romance, rich boy
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2016-07-15T02:37:09+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

TATE

Two days later, I showed up to Shelby’s apartment, proud of the fact that I’d managed to keep my weekend plans for us a secret. We were only a few days away from Saturday night and there was no way she was getting me to blow the surprise.

When she opened the door, it looked like a bakery had exploded. Smoke filled the small room, she was wearing this adorable little apron thing, and she was covered in flour. A laugh bubbled up out of me. Covering my mouth with the back of my hand, I tried to stifle it—really unsuccessfully.

She threw a hand to her hip, tilting her head. “Well, that’s the last time I ever try to do something nice for you.”

I lifted a section of her bangs that were caked in white flour and something gooey. Was that…ew, was it egg?

She jerked away, smoothing her palm down her bangs, capturing a bit of the gunky mixture that gathered there. Crap, I forgot about not touching her hair. What had happened to her to cause such an extreme reaction? A biting pain twisted in my stomach at the thought that someone may have hurt her. I tried not to react, but tension pinched my expression through my forced smile. “You have egg or something in your hair.” This time, I slowly brought my hand to her, scooping the goo out of her bangs. “There, got it.”

Pushing her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout, she looked up at me. Her brown eyes seemed even bigger somehow. “I was trying to make you croissants.”

“You baked for me? Oh, you so like me.”

She slapped my shoulder, and I caught her hand, pulling her flush against my body. God, I wanted to kiss her. That made it difficult to step away. Instead, I swept my thumb across her cheekbone, wiping off some flour there and holding my white-stained finger in front of her eyes. “I see the baking is going really well.”

She laughed at that, her head dropping into her hands. “Oh my God, look at me. I’m a freaking mess.”

“Maybe they’ll be delicious.”

“Maybe they’ll taste like charcoal.”

I swallowed, my throat feeling like something had lodged there. “Maybe I won’t care.”

“Maybe you have a death wish.”

“More like a Shelby wish.” Her playful smile slid away as I glimpsed the seriousness in the depths of her eyes. In a tortuously slow motion, her gaze dropped to my lips as she sucked in a sharp breath.

What had been a bearable warmth heating my pelvis flared into scorching heat. Her hand drifted down my chest, brushing over my pecs until she reached my abs, where she stopped. I grabbed her wrist, gently, so freaking gently so as not to scare her, and flipping it over, I drew it up to my lips, brushing a soft kiss against her pulse.

The knot in my throat unraveled, expanding. “We only have an hour until we need to leave for the tutoring center,” I said, pulling my travel Scrabble set out of my backpack.

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