Accidentally Amy

by Lynn Painter

“Suit yourself. Honest question - can you do a one-handed push-up?” “Probably…?” “Fascinating. I will file that little morsel away to revisit later.”

She made a noise in her throat and said, “Okay - third fact about me. Also, I hope you’re preparing yours.” “My what?” “Your five facts, Phillips. This is important.” “I never said that I would--” “Number three,” she said, using the same tone a teacher would use if a student were interrupting, “I’m a little obsessed with Reylo fanfic.”

He didn’t really understand, but he said, “Ah. Okay.” “Obviously you don’t understand and that’s fine. I’ll be sure to say “Ah - okay” about your number three when your turn comes around.”

She texted as she walked into the living room: I’ll do it, but I’m very afraid of falling in love with your cats.

Izzy: You're not the boss of me. Blake: I am quite literally the boss of you.

Izzy found herself marginally-obsessed with the fact that when put-together VP Blake wasn't working, he was kind of a mess. His hair was always tousled, like he'd forgotten it existed once he removed his tie, and the man seemed to live in faded t-shirts and hoodies.

“But Iz?” he said, his voice quiet and deep. “Yeah?” She shook out her fingers at her sides. “The way you kissed Tom Colicchio,” he said, his dark eyes hot on her, “Was fucking sinful.”

“Yeah, baby, right there,” Izzy moaned. “Shut up,” he grunted through gritted teeth.

"Was my admission akin to a man opening a date by sharing the details of his micro penis? Should we just call it a night now, before you have to spend money on dinner when you know you don't want micropeen?”

He grabbed the front of her cardigan in both hands and pulled her closer, frustration and amusement shining in his brown eyes. “I spend hours every day obsessing about all of you, every little bit.”

He looked down at her, grinning up at him with maximum nose crinkle, and he knew he loved her. It didn't make a damn bit of sense, but he loved her so fucking much that it terrified him.

“You are so fucking pretty that I have a hard time not staring. Obsessively. Every second that I’m with you.”

“Iz.” Blake leaned a little closer, where his lips hovered just above hers, and he murmured, “Don’t you know that I’d do anything to make you happy?”

She grinned and squinted, like she was thinking hard. “Will you please say the words Are you lost, baby girl? Just as a sample so I can see if I like it?”

“Isabella Clarence, I love you so much that I can barely breathe. Please never change, okay?”