He snorts. “Maybe it’s one of your past dates and she’s embarrassed.”
Something doesn’t feel right. “I don’t know. She’s never secretive. It has to be someone she doesn’t think I’ll approve of.”
Decker pays his tab and nods towards the door. “Can I walk you home?”
“Well, you do live there,” I tease.
We walk in comfortable silence, his hand brushing mine until he finally takes it, fingers lacing with mine. I wish the apartment would move a few blocks further away.
At our door, he leans in close, almost kissing me. A gust of wind would knock his face against mine, giving me what I crave.
“So? Made a decision yet?”
“It’s not so much who but more of an if. I’m still thinking.”
This time, he doesn’t hold back. His lips claim mine, hands moving to cup my face, and his tongue—with that amazingpiercing—sweeps into my mouth, making me melt. When he presses me against the door, I can feel that I’m not the only one craving more.
Pulling back, he sighs, resting his forehead against mine. “I’ll be waiting.”
We walk into the apartment, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the bulge in his jeans. Damn him.
“Oh, by the way,” he says, smirking when he catches me staring as he stands in the doorway of his room, “flowers came for you. They’re in the kitchen.”
I nod because if I speak, I might screamI choose you!
The bouquet on the counter looks familiar.
Too familiar.
Holly,
I was shocked to see you with someone else, but I’m sorry for what I said and how I said it. Let me make it up to you? Dinner?
Ken
And the plot thickens.
Feedback
Wizards
Istill haven’t figured out exactly what Fantasy category Mona scheduled the date for, but I know it’ll be nothing short of ridiculous.
The guy’s name is Harry P.
All night, I couldn’t stop thinking that he’s aHarry Potterfanatic. That he thinks he’s a real wizard.
I call Mona for the seventh time, but she doesn’t answer me. She’s been avoiding me for the past three days. Even at work, she won’t stay still long enough for me to talk to her.
I still don’t know who her mystery hookup is, but it’s making me nervous. There are very few reasons she’d stop answering my calls or returning my texts, and it’s because she believes the person she’s with is someone I wouldn’t approve of.
And I’m not being dramatic. Mona never ignores my calls. She’s answered during sex before. Hell, she answered my call while standing at the altar as a bridesmaid.
Granted, it was her cousin’s fourth wedding in three years. The ink on the divorce decree was barely dry before she marcheddown the aisle again, and Mona was in the wedding party because her mom made her. But she still answered.
I step into a small café I didn’t know existed until today, and there he is. Brown hair, round black glasses, and a wand resting on the extra chair at his table. He beams at me like we’ve been pen pals for years.
At least he’s friendly.
