If Cora found Davey annoying, then annoying he shall be! He grinned wide at the girl beside him, knowing fine well that the look on his face would only further get under her skin. He was nothing like sweet Luca, all pretty and delicate like a perfect little flower. He didn’t have the same dainty quirks that so endeared Luca to others, but he made do with what he did have. Boyish charm and a rather filthy tongue – make of that what you will, of course.
“Cora Bailey!” Davey gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as she batted his hand away. “If you’d wanted to hold my hand, love, you could have just said so. I would be more than happy to oblige.”
There was something very fun about teasing a girl like Cora. She was absolutely nothing like the girls he usually flirted with, who had no reservations about flirting right back – and when they did, they had no qualms about shutting him down. Cora seemed to genuinely fluster under his words, blushing a rather gorgeous shade of pink as she averted her gaze from his, or scolded him in a manner that wasn’t quite convincing. He wondered if boys flirted with her often, or if she was a novice to such things? Luca was too much of a gentleman, he was sure.
He pondered over what he might say to her next and how he could shock her when he felt her hand settle against his chest, the feeble shove giving way to nothing but her palm flat against the lapel of his jacket, holding steady as she rested it there. His eyes flashed with a hint of... something. Surprise? Adrenaline? Arousal? He wouldn’t lie and say there wasn’t something extraordinarily sexy about being teased and taunted by a girl like Cora. It was quite exhilarating, to think of her gaining the upper hand and putting him in his place. Maybe that was where she excelled in the bedroom, and Christ wouldn’t he love to know?
“You think I’m pretty, do you?” Davey laughed, though the sound came out a little dazed, breathless even as he lost himself in his daydream momentarily.
He cleared his throat, suddenly remembering himself. With a swift shake of his head, he cleared his thoughts and gave her a very stern nod, as though he was taking her grape theory very seriously.
“You’re absolutely right, of course,” he said, shaking his head as if to say silly me! He decided to drag the action out a little, playfully allowing his hair to flop around, strands spilling free from whatever hairspray Eva had coated it in, framing his face. It was altogether too scruffy for Davey, but he quietly hoped it might make Cora laugh.
As she busied herself with another grape, he peered curiously at her, mildly amused at the way her lips puckered so prettily around the fruit. He wondered just what else she’d like to wrap those luscious little lips around? Of course, Cora wasn’t that sort of girl. She was delicate and sweet, somebody who should be treated with great care. He bumped her shoulder gently before wrapping his arm around it, tugging her in with no ulterior motives.
“I quite agree with you, though. A girl as lovely as you should be asked nicely, love. And someday soon, you’ll certainly find the right person to turn your world upside down.”
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