And that’s making me feel a lot like Cinderella, because in six hours, I will turn back into a pumpkin and head out to California, never to see him again.
He looks at the door. I stare at his jawline. Another thought brews, one not as wholesome as the first.
There is still one last thing on the list. And I should really do that thing ...
A smile blooms on my face.
“Two,” Oliver says to the host manning the door just before he pulls my hands from his pockets and leads me inside.
“Well?” he adds, looking at me, then around at all the people standing on tables singing throughout the two floors. “Does it live up?”
I grin because it does, except all I can think about is how fast we can eat because I’d really like to see if Oliver lives up as well.
Oliver
She must’ve been starving, because she wolfed her food down. Completely cleared her plate, and I’m still only halfway through my burger.
I smile as she politely wipes the corners of her mouth with her napkin before smiling at me.
“We should get the check?”
My face drops down to my unfinished plate, confused for a second. It feels like we just got here.Maybe she hates the music?
“Yeah, sure ...” I motion to the waiter, who’s already on it.
Places like this love to turn and burn tables, and we’re right at closing, so he’ll be really quick.
“Do you hate it? Not what you’d hoped for?” I toss out, taking one more bite for the road.
She lets out what sounds like a nervous laugh before shaking her head and looking at her watch. It grabs my attention.
I stare, mid burger shoved into mouth, as she whispers, “It’s twelve oh one ... that makes it Valentine’s Day. So I’d really like to check the last thing off my list. Wanna be mine?”
It takes a minute to register what she’s said, but I chew slower, watching her swallow down her nerves. Then I choke.
“Oh my god,” she squeals, reaching across the table to try to pat me on the back, but I’m humming a mouthful of, “Mm-hmm ... mm-hmm.”
Hell yeah. We’re checking lists like Santa Claus.
I drop the rest of my food onto my plate, immediately standing and picking up my water to chug it while pulling out cash from my wallet.
Her eyes get wider by the second as I breathlessly motion for her hand, tossing bills on the table.
“Let’s go ... Yep, come on. Get your jacket ... get it.”
She giggles as we pass the waiter, and I say, “Cash is on the table. Keep it all.”
I’m sure she’s practically running behind me, but she gave the green light. I’m hitting the gas.
We’re barely out the door before I spin around and cradle her face because I can’t hold back anymore. My mouth crashes down onto hers, and I feel her whole body go lax. She wraps her arms around me as our lips press like the saints’ hands we went on about the first time we did this.
Oof. Her lips are perfect.
My fingers weave through her hair, our heads tilting. Somewhere in the distance, I hear clapping and a whistle, but I don’t care because I finally get to kiss the girl, and I want to make it last.
She pulls back, breathless, her hands gripping my wrists as she looks up at me hazily. One blink, then two, before her eyes tick toward the sky.
“Did you see that?” She huffs a quiet laugh. “Comets.”
