What if he doesn’t want it? What if I’m completely reading this the wrong way? I knowheasked me on a date, but what if?—
Next thing I knew, he was kissing me. He closed the gap himself.
I made the first move, yes.
Yet unlike before, Nero Combs was finally meeting me in the middle and reciprocating.
He was finally catching me at the bottom of what I thought was an endless pit of me falling for him.
My eyes closed after the initial contact, finally returning his kisses once I recovered from the slight surprise, and I couldn’t hold back my smile when he groaned against my mouth in agreement.
His arm snaked around my waist to drag me across the couch, his kisses a bit too greedy and desperate that I had to reach for his shirt and see if I was stuck in a dream. My fingertips touched the skin above the topmost buttons of his polo, and I knew this was reality.
My first love. My ex-best friend’s ex-boyfriend.
Nero Combs was finally kissing me like he didn’t want to stop.
“We should probably,” I started, but Nero continued my sentence as I was catching my breath. “Get the dessert to go?”
I let out an amused chuckle. “I was going to say skip dessert, but that sounds much better.”
He flashed me a grin, calling for Syd’s attention, and he took over, ordering two servings of the chocolate mousse for takeout and getting the check.
As he said, he only looked over the bill and signed the paper without having to hand over any form of payment before we were up and grabbing the takeaway bag of our dessert for after… well, I don’t want to get ahead of myself but there’s a reason we’re rushing home, isn’t there?
Nero reached for my hand, leading me out of the restaurant and to where the truck was idling at the bottom of the steps. He reached for cash in his pocket, tipping the valet before rounding the car and opening my door for me.
This time, when I boosted myself up to reach the passenger seat, Nero didn’t hesitate to help me with his hands on my waist, knowing fully well that his touch was welcome.
I let out a quiet chuckle as I watched him practically run across the windshield, getting into the driver’s seat in a hurry.
“Please drive safely,” I said with a hint of teasing because I am very much aware of why he seems to be itching to get home.
“You know me, C. I know when to slow down, and when to speed up,” he said, the double entendre not lost on me.
Jesus Christ.
If his driving is not going to kill me, it will be because of his mouth. Hopefully, with his mouthon me.
My breathing was getting a bit heavy, and I don’t know if Nero was calming me down or trying to worsen it, but his hand crossed the center console, resting it on my thigh.
Frick. Frickity frick frick frick.
Grabbing my phone, my fingers flew across the screen as I shakily opened my group chat with Siege and Dex.
Me
Hey guys?
Siege
Just got notified you’re done with dinner.
Choco mousse to go? What’s up? Are you safe?
Dex
Things are about to get interesting, I’m sure
