Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

and wrap my arms around his middle, my forehead pressing against the his
back.
He relaxed almost instantly and we just stayed that way, him silently
cooking as I watched from behind. It was so new to me, this proximity. I
never had a boyfriend, never even flirted with anyone before Maddox. I
didn’t know how I felt about labels, didn’t know if I could really consider
him my boyfriend— the title sounded almost childish compared to what I
truly felt for him and everything we were facing together. All I knew was he
was mine, and that was enough for now.
“Mind telling me why there’s a whole plate of lasagna in the trash?
Untouched?” His voice sounded amused but my eyes widened. Shit. I should
have thrown the whole bag away but I forgot.
“One of your groupies brought it over yesterday.”
I could feel myself frown at the simple mention of Giorgianna. Maddox
just chuckled.
“Giorgianna, I suppose you mean?” I growled back, making him laugh
again. “Yup, definitely her.”
“Did you and her ever…?” I couldn’t even bring myself to finish that
sentence, the simple thought of Maddox and her making me sick to my
stomach.
“No. She moved in three months ago and I helped her bring in some boxes
and furniture a couple times, but that’s it.”
“She wants you though.”
“Maybe. But I don’t want her. I never did and even less now. I found out I
had a thing for black haired girls with big attitudes and even bigger hearts.” I
couldn’t help but smile stupidly at that. Was this what having a crush on
someone felt like?
What I felt for Maddox sure seemed like a whole lot more than a crush.