“Not even a little bit.”
“Okay. Annulment it is.” I try not to frown, to cover up my reaction with eating the taco, but I don’t think I succeed.
She watches me, her own brow tightening, and when I offer her another taco from the tray, she waves it off. “You don’t like the idea of the annulment, though.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.” She picks up a pieceof tomato that got free, and pops it into her mouth, then makes a very satisfied sound that makes my brain flatline.
“Good?” I ask hoarsely.
“So good. I don’t know how even their chopped veggies are better than average?” She finds another piece of tomato on the platter and reaches across the table, offering it directly to my mouth.
I part my lips and let her feed it to me.
Her pupils dilate as her fingers brush my lips, then my tongue.
Neither of us breathe as we both freeze, a complicated, confusing tableau.
Then she jerks her hand away, and I close my mouth. The diced tomato is perfectly seasoned, just a touch salty and spritzed with lime juice.
It is, just like Molly’s fingertips, absolutely delicious.
CHAPTER 12
MOLLY
We don’t finish the tacos. Jeff gets them packaged up, then hustles me back into his car.
“What’s your address?”
I think about telling him to take me back to the stadium, and I can drive home from there, but that’s too many words, and there’s a lump in my throat. So I give my address, and he plugs it into his NAV system.
Why the crapping crap did I feed him that piece of tomato? What was I thinking?
And how am I supposed to now forget what his lips feel like against my fingertips?
A shiver races up my spine.
“Are you cold?” He reaches for the AC knob and turns it down.
“N-no.”
“Really not beating the rumors,” he says.
I laugh despite myself. I stare out the window and try to find the right words that will feelhonest but not reveal too much. “I think I’m just… overwhelmed.”
“Sure, of course. It’s been a long day.”
“Yep.”
There’s a beat of silence, then he clears his throat.
“I need to apologize for oversharing,” he says gruffly.
“What?” I twist violently in my seat and stare at him. “No, not at all.”
“You just said you’re overwhelmed.”
