If his sister wasn’t watching Mackenzie for the night, he never would’ve thought to drop by Scarlett’s house, especially uninvited but by the mood of her text, he could tell her day hadn’t been the best. It wasn’t often that they spoke about work, or what was bothering them, and Nick had never once felt obligated to share his worries or concerns with her which he was only too glad for. She never asked questions that required an answer, or probed him for more information than he was willing to give. On nights that were spent in the privacy of her own home, and even bedroom, were not nights that he wanted to divulge his entire life story. Their friendship, for all intents and purposes, was fairly superficial and that’s how they both intended to keep it.
Perhaps it was a bad sign that Scarlett’s house had become so familiar to him, or perhaps he was just overthinking something so simple. They were friends; they had been friends long before they had embarked on their little tryst, and now the only thing that had changed between them was that they had seen each other naked. Sex didn’t always have to complicate matters, and when two people were as different as they were, sex was just used as a way of comfort — or distraction. Suddenly, all previous thoughts escaped him as he watched her cross the room towards him, her hazel hues connecting with his own as she grasped the brown paper packet. “Oh baby, you say the sweetest things.” Nick emphasized jokingly, taking a step back as Scarlett surpassed him to make her way into the kitchen, shrugging off the black leather jacket that fit him securely around the shoulders and draped it over the back of the couch.
He couldn’t help but laugh at her comment, giving his head a brief shake in response as he followed her, watching as she displayed the food across the granite countertop. “You’re telling me you’re not going to share?” Nick questioned, raising his brow in the brunette’s direction. “I guess I won’t stick around for dessert then.” It was a teasing notion, of course, if he really had any intention of leaving he would’ve done so the moment she had tenderly kissed him in thanks for his surprise delivery. But lately, it was becoming harder for him to leave when he knew he really should.
It was almost like the moment Nick walked in her house, her mood shifted. Was she still gonna be bitchy about it? Yes. If there was anything the brunette was, she was a bitch. That was clean cut, and simple. But he took the edge off, and that’s all anyone needed in a good addiction, a little bit of the normal day gone. Bag in her hand until she was standing, more so, hips leaning against the edge of the granite countertop as her pale fingers reached into the bag, pulling out all the tacos. There were quite a few, but the girl could eat, and if she wanted him to have nothing to eat, she would. She was mildly vindictive like that, liked taking things she knew someone else wanted. It was a problem.
She looked over at him with the corner of her mouth pulled up to the side, teeth showing ever so slightly, “Oh, if you think that’s sweet, I can make you catch diabetes.” Sometimes the girl knew what to say, other times-- things like that fell out. She looked at him for a second too long as he moved after her to the kitchen, dark circles under her eyes still, looking generally tired, but even a tired Scarlett was immaculately put together. Shoulder of her oversized t-shirt constantly slipping from her shoulder, sweatpants tied on with the strings in an oversized bow-- it was a look. One she’d never be caught in public with, hell, if she’d of known he was coming over, she would have put on something else, but here she was, make up smudged, and clothes on that looked like she stole them from a giant.
“I guess--” She put heavy emphasis on the guess, “you can have some.” She looked at the loot, it was too much, even if she did eat it all, she’d probably explode, and besides that, it’d be too many calories, and that wasn’t a life that she lived. “So what?” She said, moving the food to the side, popping up onto he counter, grabbing one, “you got tacos on command?” She asked, “not out doing a hot blonde name Brittney?” She shot him a wink, playfully shoving him before unwrapping the taco, taking a bite, half the contents falling out of it, and into her catch hand, “Jesus, how are these always so good?”
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