There was something strangely endearing about the way Cora squirmed as the champagne hit her throat, her whole body seeming to react as though she’d been electrocuted. A genuine laugh spilled from Davey’s lips as he shook his head and wondered how a girl like Cora had ended up tangled up with men like the McGrath’s. Sure, Luca was a bit dorky in his own right, but the Irish in them meant he could at least handle a pint or two. Champagne probably wasn’t his drink of choice, with Davey having a taste for the finer stuff, but he’d never known his little brother to turn his nose up at a few bubbles. Cora seemed so innocent by comparison.
“You know, both of our lips touched that bottle,” Davey noted, eyeing Cora with a mischievous smirk. He shot her a playful wink, immediately predicting the pretty way her cheeks would flush in response. “So technically we just kissed. By proxy.”
He waited as patiently as David McGrath knew how to as she explained the bowl of grapes and her bizarre little tradition. It was a first for him, and he eyes her curiously as he tried to determine whether she was pulling his leg or not. She seemed quite serious about the whole thing as that telltale blush rose to her cheeks and she averted her gaze, staring at the carpet below rather than at him.
Their shoulders were still pressed together, and Davey wondered if it bothered Cora. She seemed like a bit of a hugger, always entangled with Luca one way or another, but she seemed to squirm under any sort of attention from Davey. He couldn’t quite tell if that was due to a particular aversion to him, or if Luca was simply the exception to her rule. Still, he used their close proximity as leverage as he carefully snaked an arm around her shoulder, distracting her as his hand playfully danced down her arm before pinching another grape. He knew she was trying to savour them, but he was quietly hoping she might tell him off for stealing her alleged luck.
“Right. Well, I can’t account for the whole love thing, but who says you need twelve grapes for the rest?” Davey mused, his tone turning serious.
Twisting his body as best he could with the minimal space they had, and with one arm still draped around her, Davey cocked his head to the side to meet Cora’s gaze. He offered the redhead a soft smile, deciding in that moment that she deserved a genuine answer rather than a teasing one. Davey genuinely found Cora to be quite sweet, truth be told.
“You’re an exceptionally pretty girl, Cora. Stunning, in fact. Any man would be lucky to get to kiss you,” he told her, a gentle smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “I’m sure that whoever he is, he’s out there waiting for you as we speak.”
And then, because he couldn’t quite help himself...
“And if all else fails, I’ll give you a big wet one if you ask me nicely.”
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