Safe With Him by Tina Bass Read Free Book Online

talked as she was pulling stuff out of the bags.
    “Yeah, I got a couple.” He walked over to get her the type of bowl she wanted.
    When she turned around she had a bag of popcorn ready for the microwave. She grabbed the bowl from his hand and held out the popcorn. “Here, pop this.” She turned back to the shit she had now spread out all over his table.
    He looked down at the popcorn bag in his hand and then back at the microwave. “How?” he asked, baffled.
    “What?” she responded to him, but didn’t turn around to look.
    “How do I…pop this?” he inquired again, waving the bag back and forth.
    She turned around and looked at him like he was an idiot. “You don’t know how to make popcorn?” Her voice reflected her disbelief and wonder.
    “Not this kind.” He frowned.
    “How do you normally fix popcorn?” She crossed to him, took the bag from his hand, and turned toward the microwave.
    “Open a bag and pour it in a bowl.” That was the way he’d always done it, or if it was just him, he opened the bag and started eating.
    She stopped to look at him. “Bag popcorn, like already popped and put in a bag?” She sounded as if the whole idea was a foreign concept.
    “Yeah.” What else could he say?
    She started shaking her head and walked the rest of the way to the microwave. “You, my poor deprived soul, are in for a treat.” She hit a button on the microwave, smiled at him, then shuffled over to the table. “You got other stuff too. Did you want me to put it away for you?” She looked up at him with her hands full.
    “I just picked it up. Just in case. If you, I don’t know, changed your mind or wanted somethin’ else.” Draco stumbled and stuttered his words, finally managing to finish speaking, then shrugged his shoulders, trying to cover his idiot-ness. “I picked up some more drinks too.” He moved to grab them off the table and put them in the refrigerator. “I’ll be right back,” he said after damn near throwing the drinks, bag and all, in the refrigerator and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room again, looking around at what she had done.
    He must have been standing there for some time because when he turned around she was standing right there, holding the bowl now filled with popcorn. “Here, try this.” She held a piece of popcorn to his lips and when he opened his mouth her finger just barely caressed his bottom lip, and he felt his dick twitch.
    He turned and stalked to the sofa. “Can we start the damn movie now?” he asked abruptly, snatching up the remote.
    “Oh…umm…okay.” He heard the uneasiness in her voice, but he couldn’t look at her, keeping his eyes glued to the TV that wasn’t even on yet. He sat down on the sofa, pointing the remote at the TV and turning it on along with the DVD player.
    He knew when she moved. He knew when she sat down on the floor. He also knew she just sat there, not moving, not eating the big ass bowl of snacks that she had just had to fuckin’ have. He dropped the remote on the seat beside him, scrubbed his face in his hands, and slid his ass off the sofa onto the floor. “So you haven’t seen this movie?” he asked.
    “No,” she answered quietly. Well, fuck if that wasn’t a punch to the gut.
    “You didn’t go see it when it first came out?” He continued to try and fix what he had caused.
    “No,” she repeated, not looking at him, just sitting there so still, her eyes facing the TV.
    He hadn’t known her but a couple of hours, but in those hours he had learned a few things about her. One of those things he had learned was that she looked you in the face when you were talking to her.
    “Hey,” he called quietly, but when she didn’t look at him or answer, he tried again. “Breezie,” he called, and she glanced at him with narrowed eyes.
    “Bree,” she stated firmly.
    “Sorry,” he said and then added, “You gonna share?” He nodded his head to the bowl.
    She picked it up and placed it between