We get out of the car, and I squint into the morning sun as Olly grabs the collapsible wagon, and we make our way in.
I hang back a few steps, letting Olly lead the way, taking in the sight before me.
He’s tall, ungodly tall. He has a baseball cap on backward, with little wisps of hair peeking out underneath. The red-and-black flannel shirt sits just right on his slender shoulders and dark-wash jeans make his ass look delectable. My fingers itch for paints because in this light, he… is… sexy.
Olly makes a stop, inspecting some crab at one of the booths.
“Hey, Joe!”
“Hey, Olly! Can I get you your usual order?”
“Yes, please!”
My eyes go wide with excitement. “Wait, is this it?”
“Yes, this is where I get the crab for the tacos.”
“Are you sure you don’t need to double your order? What if you run out?” I look at the pile of crab, and then back at Olly. “You should double your order.”No, I am not overreacting!
“Don’t worry, I’ll have plenty and if, for some strange reason, I run out before noon on Tuesday, I will set some aside just for you.”
My breath catches.
Yes, I know. To some, that’s not very swoon-worthy, but to me… It means he understands me on a deeper level… A deep-down love for crab tacos level. “You would do that for me?”
Olly chuckles. “Yes, Jasper. I would do that for you.”
I take his face between my hands and kiss him… again.
He freezes for a brief moment before I feel his hands on my waist, and he gives it a tight squeeze.His hands on me, I want his hands on me, all over me.A rush of adrenaline courses through me, one I’ve never felt before.
I lick into his warm mouth, tasting with each beat of my pulse. I hold back a whimper against his lips. Before things get too risqué in public, I pull away, breaking the kiss.
“Do you like lobster?” he asks, his expression still half-dazed.
Well, now. For once it’shimnot making any sense because if kissing me made him think of lobster, I’m doing something wrong.
“Um, do you not see where we live? Shouldn’t it be some kind of crime if we didn’t like lobster?”
“Yeah probably,” he says, laughing.
Joe comes back with Olly’s order.
“Here, let me help you with that,” I say, taking the box from him. I lick my lips at the thought of his crab tacos and the tangy zip of the secret sauce.
“Hey Joe, can I get a couple lobsters, too?”
“Yeah, no problem.”
Olly clears his throat. “Umm, would you like to come over tonight for dinner?”
He looks nervous, like I’m going to laugh in his face or tell him no.
“I’ll never pass up a meal. What are you making me?” I ask, trying to set his mind at ease. He cracks a smile at my joke, then grabs the lobster and we work our way through the rest of the market.
“I’ve been wanting to try a new recipe for The Diner, lobster scampi. I thought perhaps I could try it out on you first.”
I mock gasp. “I’m too pretty to die. Plus, I haven’t decided who I’d leave my baby to,” I say, hugging my white boa jacket.
