"Yeah," I lie and put my phone in my lap. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I want to take you somewhere else, but if you have other plans, I understand."
I narrow my gaze and tilt my head. "What did you have in mind?"
"You have time?"
"For you? Absolutely." I rise from my seat and toss my phone into my bag and shove the inappropriate messages that Ricardo sent me about his cock and how much he enjoyed jerking off to me into the deepest corners of my mind.
I'm intoxicated and in great company and I refuse to let anything ruin that.
Miller slides the strap of my bag off my shoulder. "Let me carry that for you."
"You don't have to do that."
"I want to." He puts his hand on my lower back.
Without even thinking, I weave my arm around his torso and hold onto him.
My cheeks flush as we walk through the busy restaurant side by side out the same way we entered. I don't even bother looking around to check out who I might pass, the only thing on my mind is how much I enjoy being this close to him.
But once we're outside and the warm evening air hits my face, I'm reminded that this isn't right.
I drop my arm and glance up at him. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate."
Miller doesn't say anything, instead, he continues toward his car.
Once we're there, I nervously fumble with my hands and turn around to face him. "Miller, I'm..."
But he doesn't let me finish. Miller drops my bag onto the concrete and steps forward, his strong arms caging me in on both sides.
I swallow and look up at him, his blue eyes burning into mine.
"What are you doing?" I whisper.
"What I've wanted to do for a very long time." His attention flickers from my eyes to my lips and back up. He takes a soft breath before leaning in, the entire world slowing down with his every movement.
Miller kisses me—soft and gentle and a bit unsure.
My arms remain at my sides, and I freeze, unsure of how I'm supposed to react. My brain, heart, and body are all screaming different things and practically short-circuit.
Miller releases my mouth but remains a few inches from me, his arms still caging me to his car. "Thatwas inappropriate."
I blink up at him. "I don't understand, I thought you were..."
His ocean eyes narrow. "Thought I was what?"
"Gay," I whisper.
He brings his head even farther away, shock written all over his gorgeous face. "What? Why would you think that?"
My mouth drops open. "You'renot?" I had my doubts, and they continued to add up every time I was around him, but I trusted June and the guys when they told me I wasn't Miller's type. I wanted them to be wrong, hell, I practically begged the universe for it, but I never thought it would actually happen.
"No, Cora." Miller removes his left hand from his car and brings it to my face, caressing my cheek. "Are you disappointed?"
"No," I say, the word coming out without thought. But that's when it hits me. This entire time I've been crushing on Miller, he's been available. And according to his lips just touching mine, he's been interested, too.
This whole fucking time.
