Werewolf Boyfriend: Atticus 2 (special preview)

I then take in a deep breath. “Before we get any closer, I have some things I need to tell you.”

Atticus nods his head as he looks at me. “That’s okay. You can tell me anything.” He pushes his glasses up his nose and those sapphire eyes watch me closely.

“I went through a pretty messy divorce two years ago.” I look down at my hands clutching the latte cup. “It’s been hard for me to date since then. It still is, even though I really like you so much.”

“Not to tattle or anything but Ava kind of told me that you’d been through a rough time.” Atticus lays his hand on the table with his palm exposed. “I’m happy to be your friend. It’s been nice spending time with you. I look forward to seeing you and making you laugh. I would love to court you, but that needs to be something I can’t jump into, no matter how much I like you.”

I was a bit confused by the word court, I didn’t know anyone who used that term anymore. I was touched by his words though, it made me feel comforted knowing Atticus was there for me. I took hold of his hand and I lift my chin to smile at him.

“Could I make you dinner tonight?” I ask sheepishly.

His eyes brighten and he goes to grab my hand with his other one but ends up bitch slapping his coffee cup into the tree beside the table. He flinches in horror as he watches the whipped cream start oozing down the tree. I duck my head down, trying not to cry with laughter.

“I don’t blame you if you want to rescind the offer.”

I shake my head, afraid that if I opened my mouth I would bust out laughing. 

“I would love that. I promise I won’t slap anything into the wall either. If I do I’ll clean it up and pay for whatever I break.”

I snort as I am unable to contain the laugh and I blurt out a bleat like sound. I quickly cover my mouth after the horrible sound and look up at Atticus who is smiling.

“I do love when you laugh.”

That evening Atticus would come over for dinner, and I would use the produce we got from the Farmer’s Market that morning. I invited Ava to join us, but she said she would either find something to do or give us our privacy.

“That does smell good though,” she sighs as she watches me cook.

“Does it?” I glance back at her. “I really want to make something nice.”

“You could have made ravioli from the can and he would have loved it. He’s gaga over you.” Ava stands beside me at the counter and gives me a reassuring smile. “I like him, he’s a good guy. Most importantly, you seem to like him too.”