“What?”
“You don’t need to announce it to the table,” I chided.
Wes smirked. “Since when are you such a prude, Princess?”
“I am not aprude.”
Lucas chuckled. “Glad to see some things won’t change.”
The following Friday, I helped Grace close up the office before we made our way out of the building a little after five. When we stepped outside, I wasn’t paying attention, but Grace nudged my arm with a grin, gesturing behind me.
I turned to see Wes leaning up against his car parked along the curb, his arms casually folded while wearing his signature smirk as he looked at me.
“See you Monday,” Grace whispered with a smile before walking toward her car.
I made my way over to Wes, watching his eyes travel over me. “You’re looking delicious enough to eat in that skirt.”
I chuckled as I stopped in front of him, reaching up to loop my arms around his neck. “I thought I was meeting you at your place?” His arms circled my waist, pulling me flush against him as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m taking you on a date, Princess.”
Butterflies filled my stomach as I drew back to look at him. “A date?”
“Our firstrealdate.”
“And what are we doing for this date?”
He smirked and leaned back in, speaking as he peppered kisses up my neck and along my jaw, his voice low and thick. “Dinner…drinks…dessert…” His lips brushed against mine. “Andthenyou’re coming back to my place for some toe-curling sex.”
I bit my lip. “Sounds like you have it all planned out.”
“Oh, I do.” He pressed another kiss to my lips. “But if you keep biting your lip like that, we’re not going to make it to dinner.” He pushed off his car, moving me with him, then turned to open the passenger door for me. “We’ll come get your car tomorrow.”
I slipped into his car, and he shut his door before walking around to the driver’s side and sliding inside. When he pulledaway from the curb, his hand immediately reached over to rest on my thigh.
That was another thing I noticed over the last week since our confessions—Wes’s love language was, without a doubt, physical touch. If he was near me at all, no matter what we were doing, his hands moved on instinct to me, almost like he couldn’t help himself. I loved it. There was something about knowing he craved to touch me, even innocently, that I couldn’t get enough of.
I slid my hand over his and interlocked our fingers. “So, where are you taking me for this date?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I don’t like surprises.” He gave me a look, and I chuckled. “I know, I know. ‘That’s too damn bad.’”
He smiled. “You know me well.”
We talked, and as he drove over the Ravenel Bridge, I glanced over at him, feeling a little nervous about what I was about to bring up. “So, Callie stopped by my parents’ place the other night because my mom is giving her this pin for her bouquet for her ‘something old.’ My brothers were there, and she accidentally spilled the beans about me and you…and now they want to talk to you, and my parents want to meet you…”
He smiled. “Okay.”
My brow furrowed. “Really?”
Wes glanced over at me with a chuckle. “Yeah, really. Why do you look so surprised?”
“I don’t know…I thought you’d be freaked out or something about meeting them so soon. It’s only been a week?—”
“Officially, it’s been a week. This has been two years and then some in the making, Princess. It’s notsoon, and I’m not freaked out about meeting your parents.” I smiled softly at him, feelingthat flutter in my chest that had been there all week. “And I already met your brothers.”
The flutter stuttered. “Yeah, that wasbeforethey knew about what was really going on…and the last time you saw them was when I decided to spill our secret to everyone, including them.”
