Boys Like Him
Mariah responded.
Lloyd shrugged, stealing a fry from my tray like we'd been sharing food for years.
His fingers brushed mine when he took the fry. I swallowed. "You could've asked."
"Could've," he agreed, popping the fry in his mouth, eyes never leaving mine. "But you would've said yes anyway."
Heat rushed to my face. Cocky bastard.
Nate cleared his throat, amused. "So... This is the neighbor guy, right, my love?"
"Neighbor guy," Lloyd confirmed, leaning back but somehow still crowding my space. His arm stretched along the back of the booth behind me, close enough that I felt the warmth. "Though I'm thinking we should upgrade that title soon."