I got the feeling he really, really liked my hair.
“Yeah. I’d appreciate that.”
I swear, his sweet looks were going to kill me dead. He stole a few more kisses before finally taking my keys and getting into the driver’s seat. I went around the truck and got into the passenger side, suddenly shy. After pulling on my seat belt, I stared out the window, not sure what to do with myself.
“Nope,” he said, grabbing my hand and kissing it. “Look at me.”
I whined, rubbing my free hand over my chest. The street sounds bounced around the garage as people walked past, and fear took hold of my heart.
“Rowdy.”
His voice was too kind. I slowly looked over at him, then blurted, “I can’t believe we just did that.”
He leaned across the armrest and kissed me. “I’m so fucking glad we did.”
My emotions swung back into joy. “Yeah?” I asked, not sure what the fuck to think about any of this.
Liar. You want to marry him.
Jesus.
Gettingwayahead of yourself there, Rowd.
“Yes, Rowdy,” he responded, the warmth in his voice so sincere. “I like everything about you, including your sexuality. Especially your sexuality. Every part of it. Swear.”
I needed to hear that more than I’d realized. I kissed him back.
“Goddamn,” he said, pulling away several moments later. “You are so fucking addictive.”
I sat back, a proud smile on my lips. “Damn right I am.”
I loved that I could do this with him and still banter. Still be sassy.
“If I don’t start driving now, I may never leave this garage.”
I made a big show of crossing my arms and legs. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
He chuckled, then started the truck and backed out of the dark space. After navigating us out of downtown, and once we were up to highway speeds, he again took my hand in his.
I thought back to his words. That he liked all of me, including my sexuality. That he was willing to take it slow. Most importantly, though, he acknowledged we wouldn’t have gotten to this point unless I already had feelings for him.
He was right, of course. That he was willing to take his time meant that I could trust him. And it was the trust that set my heart racing. I’d heard of aphrodisiacs, but having never experienced it, I’d always tagged that as a myth. As it turned out,trustwas my aphrodisiac. And I knew I could trust him with the most vulnerable parts of myself.
For the first time in my life, the thought of that didn’t scare me.
We drove in comfortable silence until we hit a drive-through on the way out of town.
“So, I was thinking...” Kess started, before stealing one of my fries.
I batted his hand away. “You should’ve gotten your own fries.”
“What if I share some of my chocolate shake with you?”
Hm. Ihadregretted not ordering a shake for myself.
“Deal.”
He grinned and took a handful of fries while I sucked on the thick shake. He watched me with a funny look.
