Kiss Me, Chloe by Shéa R. MacLeod

Author:Shéa R. MacLeod
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: humor genre fiction, bbw plus-size curvy, romcom, sweet romance, International romance
Publisher: Sunwalker Press
Published: 2015-03-01T16:00:00+00:00

The Boy Next Door

I MET TYRUS THE FIRST day I moved into the purple townhouse in Notting Hill. He appeared as if by magic, introducing himself as a neighbor from a few doors down and offering to help haul my boxes into my new home. I accepted since my muscles were already aching. Plus I needed help hauling in my mattress. There was no way one person could get that thing up the front steps and through the flat.

He was cute but not outrageously so. A little taller than me and nicely built, he wore a little too much cologne, but there were worse things in a man.

We chatted easily about life in London and our respective hometowns. He was originally from Jamaica and still had a slight accent despite having lived in London since he was ten.

“Let me tell you, it was hard getting used to the rain,” he said, his inflections flowing up and down like music. “I was used to sunshine all the time, you know?”

I laughed. “It rains a lot in Portland. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure you will be at that.” His eyes told me that he thought I was fine in other ways.

Once we’d unloaded everything from the moving van and gotten it into the house, I invited him to dinner. “As a thanks for the help,” I explained. I didn’t want him thinking I meant anything else. Although he was cute enough, I just wasn’t feeling it.

He accepted eagerly, and we walked down the street to the tiny tapas bar around the corner. The interior was charming, with rustic wood tables and chairs, low beamed ceilings, and vintage posters of Spain. Flamenco music played on the stereo, the quick strumming of guitar strings stirring the blood. The bar had a laid-back and cozy atmosphere, and the servers’ attitudes matched. We feasted on little plates of marinated figs with goat cheese, patatas bravas, meatballs, and mushrooms in white wine. Tyrus drank beer while I stuck to a rich Tempranillo wine. We chatted about our favorite things. He was seriously into sports (not my thing), rap music (definitely not my thing), and action movies (much more my thing). So we discussed our favorite action movies and heroes (he preferred Stallone, I was all for Statham).

After eating, he suggested a walk through nearby Kensington Gardens. I’d yet to visit the grounds of the famous palace, so I agreed. I hoped he didn’t think this was a date. Yes, I enjoyed his company, but there were no sparks. No chemistry. I kept myself at arms’ length and enjoyed the afternoon strolling about the grounds.

We admired the statues of Queen Victoria and Peter Pan. Well, I admired them; Tyrus looked bored. I snapped pictures of the brick palace on my phone, and Tyrus insisted on taking a selfie with me. We wandered around the Round Pond and contemplated random palm trees. It was late spring, and the flowers were in full profusion, a riot of purple, yellow, and red blooms brightening the borders of the garden.

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