“We don’t know that.”
“Exactly. And if I make plans and they fall through, I’ll be crushed. That’s a real issue for me. Nora used to break promises all the time. My dad too. And me? Lucky me, I remember everything. When the day came, and it didn’t happen, I felt lied to. And before you say anything, yes, I know I’m dramatic.”
He reaches across the table and takes my hand. “And you talk really fast, too.”
“I’m just really nervous.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want this—whatever this is between us—to end too soon.”
“You’re the easiest person in the world to interrogate. I wouldn’t even need truth serum.”
I gape at him. “You guys use that? Wait. Does that evenexist?”
“No,” he says, dodging the question a little too fast. “Why do you seem so anxious?”
“Because I am. Wait, no, scratch that. I’m always anxious. But I don’t want to lose what we have. Still . . . you can’t just say things like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like casually saying, ‘I’d love to go to Paris with you, Lilly.’ The way I am? I’ll start packing tonight.”
“You have plans tomorrow, baby. You won't be able to fly to Paris.”
The way he says it sends a shiver down my spine.
“I do?”
“You do.”
“What are they?”
“They actually starts tonight. I made you a promise when we were at the beach—and I always keep my promises.”
Every drop of blood in my body boils at those words. “Can we go now? I don’t want to . . . uh . . . get in the way of that promise being fulfilled,” I say, feeling my whole body ignite.
He stares at me for what feels like forever—and it’s hard not to squirm in my seat. Finally, he waves over the waitress—who looks like she might throw herself at him, she’s so eager. I want to dump the rest of my chocolate sauce on her head.
I purse my lips, watching his body language closely. Amos doesn’t even notice the girl, which soothes my jealousy. After paying, he stands and offers me his hand.
We wait for the valet in silence—but he doesn’t let go of me.
When the car arrives, the valet opens the door for me. Instead of taking the wheel, Amos waits for me to sit, then leans in and buckles my seatbelt himself.
And that’s when he whispers in my ear, “What you really wanted to say in there . . . was that you can’t wait to feel mytongue on that sweet little pussy, isn’t it? You’re dying for me to go down on you, aren’t you, Lilly?”
I’m fighting a war between the way I was raised—to be modest and composed—and the raw, aching desire burning through my body.
The desire to have everything from him wins.
“Anything with you. I don’t want to wait.”
Chapter 35
I know I should leave her alone, but I’ve come to a crossroads, and I’m not backing down.
Lilly stirs something in me no other woman ever has—not even close.
