When I’d pulled away from the curb, I’d messaged him to let him know I was on my way. That notice would have given him plenty of time to get himself into the shower.
“I’ll leave that question for you to figure out.” He chuckled.
Seconds later, I stood under the hot water, my back pressed up against the wall of his shower, his body pressed against mine as he took my mouth with his. His kiss was frantic at first, then it slowed. He wrapped me in his arms, kissing me slow and deep, his tongue washing through my mouth as he pulled me tighter against him.
“I missed you,” he murmured between kisses. “I thought about this all night last night.”
“Me too,” I said, panting.
“What were you doing on the phone last night while we were talking?” he questioned, moving to my neck, kissing his way from my ear to where my shoulder met my neck.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I giggled, then sucked in a breath as he brought his lips to the top of my breasts.
He stopped what he was doing and placed his hands on the shower wall on either side of my head and met my eyes. “I would.”
The intensity in his eyes made me weak in the knees as he stared at me, waiting for me to tell him what it was he already knew. With my heart in my throat, I closed my eyes and jumped a little when I felt his hand graze the front of my thigh. My body shook as he trailed his finger up my inner thigh.
“Were you touching yourself?” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. “I had my cock in my hand, thinking of you.”
Fire flooded my body as his fingers found their way to my centre, and I let out a moan as he gently ran them over my clit. I opened my eyes to see him watching me.
“You like that?” he questioned.
Before I could answer him, he licked his lips and devoured my mouth with his.
We sat in a quiet corner out on the balcony of The Sunset, an upscale Italian restaurant on the water’s edge. I poured us both another glass of wine while we waited for dessert to arrive.
I’d planned this date from my hotel room almost as soon as I’d hung up the phone from talking with her. I’d scoured the internet looking for restaurants in the area that I thought would be a good choice. When I came up empty-handed, I pulled Knox aside and asked him. This had always been his go-to place, and to be honest, he wasn’t wrong. It was perfect. Watching the sunset over the water during dinner was probably the most romantic part of the night and, she admitted it to me as the sky went from shades of pink to hues of purple.
We talked about everything under the sun. Food, music, hobbies, her childhood and mine. She picked up her wineglass and brought it to her perfect full lips.
“Alright, I have a question. What are the little things that improve your days?”
“When I need a pick-me-up or having a tough day, I always go for the cinnamon scones at Sip and Stir. What about you?”
“Probably skating. I just get out on the ice and go. It always takes my mind off everything.”
“What is one quality you wish you had?”
“Oh god, that is tough.”
“No, it’s not.”
She brought her fingers to her lips. “I wish I could be more like Lorelai at times. She just has a way of reading people, and I’ve always admired it. What about you?”
“Sometimes, I wish I could be more like Knox in the relationship department. He’s just so easygoing, where I’m more the relationship type guy.”
“Nothing wrong with the way you are,” she whispered.
I met her eyes and smiled. “Okay, I have another. If you could relive one day, what would it be?”
A light blush rose to her cheeks, and she averted her eyes down to the glass she was holding. I sat there waiting for her answer when she finally spoke.
“Are you going to tell me what is in the bag?” she questioned, looking over with curiosity. She’d been eyeing the bag the entire night.
“Once you answer the question, you can look in the bag,” I said.
“Do you want an honest answer?”
