“Are you a bourbon girl?” Nyx asked.
I bit my lower lip, tempted to lie, but the earnestness in her gaze pushed me to tell the truth. “Not at all. More of a wine drinker than anything.”
Nyx licked her lower lip, making it glossy. I wanted to lean over and suck it into my mouth. “I was going to offer to take you to a local bourbon bar, but if it’s wine you like, I have some quality bottles at home.”
“Are you inviting me over?” I meant it teasingly but hoped for that outcome all the same.
“Depends on your comfort level. If you’d rather stick to public places tonight, I’m down. But hell yes, I’d love to have you over.”
“I’m comfortable,” I blurted out. “I mean, yeah. I’d love to taste what you have.”
Oh lord, that was…
My cheeks burst into flame, and I resisted the urge to flee from the theater. “The wine. Um, tasting the wine.”
Nyx leaned in close enough for her lips to brush against my ears. “Babe, you can taste anything you like.”
Oh god. An inferno blazed through me, and I squeezed my thighs tight together. My pussy throbbed at her low tone of voice, her words. And the fantasies that paraded through my mind—ungh.
“Yeah, let’s go to your house,” I squeaked.
“Shhh,” someone hissed at us from a row back.
Nyx snorted and settled in the seat. She untwined our hands and placed her palm on my thigh. The weight of it, the heat stroked at my core, and I was so turned on I couldbarely breathe. I’d be lucky to get through this date without spontaneously combusting.
The movie was almost over, and I basked in the feel of Nyx’s hand on my upper thigh, the proximity making my pussy tingle. Our gazes met every few seconds, and the jolt of adrenaline each time was addictive.
When the ending credits rolled, Nyx shot up from her seat. “Ready to head out?”
“God, yes.” I hopped up and strode toward the exit. Shit, I had no idea where we were going. I slowed and let Nyx lead. “What’s your address?”
“We can walk there from here. I live in town.”
“I wish Exton was walkable like this.” As much as my place wasn’t a bad drive to work and cozy, I liked the idea of living somewhere where I could stroll out of the house and grab a coffee or meal without getting in the car.
“When I bought here, the town wasn’t nearly as developed as it is now,” she said. “Got lucky that way.”
“Have you been tattooing for a long time?” I asked. So many questions bubbled within me. The chill of the night breezes caused goose bumps to prickle on my arms, and I rubbed them. She tugged off her leather jacket, and a second later, warmth settled around my shoulders. My heart tumbled at the sweetness of the gesture.
“I’m already warm,” she said. “But yeah, I’ve been tattooing since I apprenticed at eighteen. Owen took me under his wing, and he hasn’t been able to get rid of me since. He’s been there for me through everything.”
Theeverythingfelt loaded, and I couldn’t help the question. “Was it hard coming out?”
Nyx shrugged. “It could’ve been worse. My folks took a bit to come around, but now we’ve got a good relationship. And I waslucky. The crew at Alchemy Ink had my back the whole time. How do you think your family will be about dating a woman?”
“Hunh.” Good fucking question. I hadn’t thought about needing to come out or anything that came with it. Probably because of how I was raised. Bubbles rose inside me at the idea of telling my parents. “My mom’s always been so loud about being bisexual that I think I’ll be fine. Kinda hypocritical if she’s allowed to like the ladies and not me.”
“Damn, that’s awesome.” Nyx shook her head. “Your mom sounds cool.”
“Both my folks are insufferably supportive. I love it. They encouraged me to follow my love of taking care of animals all the way through vet school.”
“Has that always been your goal?”
“Oh, hell yeah.” I laughed, tilting my head. “I was the kid at recess who found a wounded bird and tried to wrap its leg. The teachers were so pissed, worried I’d gotten an infection or could’ve gotten pecked at.”
“You’re fucking adorable.” Nyx cast me a sly glance. “So clearly, super afraid of needles and blood.”
“Fucking Kevin.”
