“This is nice.” Her voice is soft and carefree, her cheeks pink from the wine, and most likely from the conversation we just had. My cock is harder than it’s ever been my whole life.
“It is,” I agree, nodding. “One of the best nights I’ve had in a while.”
She slices her meatball down the middle. “One of?” she teases me. “I guess I’ll take it.”
“You should.” I pick up my own fork. “Lately, the best nights have all had you involved in them.” She looks up at me, the brown hair behind her ear falling forward, and I want to reach over the table and put it back behind her ear. “Even the times you were mean to me.”
She tucks the hair I so want to touch behind her ear. “Why didn’t you tell Kirby?” I ask her and she shrugs.
“What was I going to say, your teammate, Knox, thought I wanted to suck his dick?” she asks me, and I want to cringe at the words that came out of my mouth. “What would that have done? It would have led to the two of you having a heated conversation, and then it would have put a strain on your friendship.” She shrugs. “It wasn’t worth it. I got my digs in, so I was happy with that.”
“That you did.” I take a bite of my steak. “You called my dick small.”
“Minuscule,” she corrects me. “I was wrong on that too.”
I laugh. Fuck, this woman can make me laugh. “Good to know.”
We spend the rest of the evening asking each other questions and when the bill comes, I’m sad to see the night come to an end. She reaches for her purse. “Should we split the bill?”
“Get the fuck out of here,” I retort. “The man always pays on the date.”
“Technically, is this a date?” she asks me.
“It’s a fucking date.” I point at her. “I showed up, you showed up.”
“But you showed up not expecting me and vice versa.”
“We still sat and ate dinner together.” I grab the black card out of my wallet and put it down in the sleeve that holds the bill.
“So you are a traditionalist?” she asks and my eyebrows pinch together. “Like, you pay for dates.”
“I guess you can call me that,” I confirm. “If we go out for coffee, you can get that bill.”
“So if it’s more than twenty dollars, it’s your bill to take?”
“Yes.” I nod as the server comes over to grab the brown leather sleeve and returns a couple of seconds later with a pen and the bill for me to sign. I add the tip in there and sign before taking my card and putting it back in my wallet.
She pushes out from the table, turning and grabbing her black jacket and slipping it on. I pick up my own jacket, putting it on as she bends to grab her purse. Her hair covers her face while she does it. “I can’t believe we’ve been here for almost four hours.”
“Time flies when you’re having fun.” I stand next to her and she laughs, and I want to wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me. The restaurant that was full not too long ago is now slowly clearing out.
“I have to order my ride.” She starts to open her purse when I take her hand in mine.
“I’ll drive you home,” I tell her, not wanting the night to end.
“You don’t have to do that.” Our hands fall but neither of us lets the other one go.
“Let’s go.” I turn to head toward the door, her hand in mine.
“Thank you for coming,” the hostess says to us.
“Have a great night,” Kylie replies as I push the door open with my free hand and step out. I have to let her hand go to grab the ticket in my pocket to hand it to the valet. I turn around to see her standing there looking as gorgeous as ever, both of her hands holding her purse. “It’s getting cold.” She shivers and I smirk.
“If you want me to hug you, all you have to do is ask.” She rolls her eyes and I’m about to finally get her in my arms when my SUV pulls up to the curb.
“Saved by the bell.” She walks to the SUV and I pull open the door for her. I hold out my hand for her to take it to get inside, even though I know she doesn’t need it, but I want to touch her anyway. “Where was this man when I first met you?” she asks me, holding onto my hand as she gets in. I laugh. “I probably wouldn’t have slept with you if you were this nice.” She laughs as I close the door and walk around to the front to the driver’s side door.
I get in as she is buckling her seat belt. “Do you need me to put my address in?” she asks me and I shake my head.
