I chewed on my bottom lip, trying not to laugh out loud. Haven hadn’t gone on a date in ages. From experience, seeing her fall for someone was one of the sweetest things ever. I looked forward to early-morning humming and heart-shaped sugar cookies for dessert.
“I think the shortest person should be the designated middle seater,” Hart was complaining. Seeing them shoved in the tight space was both comical and impressive.
“Exactly,” Weston agreed, voice low from distraction as he typed something on his phone. “So, we’re right on track.”
“I’m not shorter than you,” Hart said before Nat could point it out.
“You are,” Nat promised.
“We get a full write-up of everything from body fat to shoe size,” Weston reminded him. “You’re the shortest.”
“I’d been slouching that day,” Hart tried.
“You slouch every day,” Weston countered.
“Alright.” David put the car in park. “I’m too tired to listen to you all go back and forth. Get out of my car.”
“Tired? You barely broke a sweat today,” Hart muttered under his breath, earning a chuckle from Weston and a smile from Nat. They followed David’s order regardless, continuing their disagreement outside. Before I could join them, David made a low hum of disapproval and reached over to pull my door shut. I swallowed at his large arm and how good it looked stretched over me.
“Not you,” he said simply as he leaned back into his seat.
I pressed my lips together to assure my mouth wasn’t agape. The guys glanced back at us, curious about our delay. But Weston said something that pulled their attention to the restaurant. Hart was the only one to give us one more glance before disappearing inside with the others.
I frowned at David. “What was that for?”
“Just because we’re new and I’m letting another guy have a shot, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t show some bouts of selfishness,” he explained. “If I were really into you, I’d want you to myself any chance I’d get.”
“Right…” I couldn’t feel my face.
“So, how are we playing this?” he asked. “What should we practice?”
I shook my head, trying to think of anything besides his lips on mine. “Just… being near each other. And nice. Being nice to each other.”
He smiled. “Low-hanging fruit.”
“I’ll say,” I agreed.
“Come here?” He motioned with his finger for me to move closer.
I blinked, mouth going dry. “What?”
“Come here.”
Some of my natural defiance finally leakedback into my veins, thank god. I managed a, “If you want something, you come to me. I’m not going to follow your orders just cause we’re supposedly a couple.”
David shook his head, but disapproval was nowhere in sight. He leaned over the console and took my chin between his fingers.
“So, a couple more of my teammates have shown up and just parked across the way,” he explained.
When I tried to look, he made a low noise of disapproval.
“Look at me like you wish we didn’t have to be here,” he said. “Like you’re asking to go back to my place.”
“I told you.” It took maximum effort to speak through all the buzzing heat between my thighs. “I’m not blindly following your lead. That’s not the kind of person I’ve ever been in relationships.”
“Fine.” He took a breath, but there weren’t any echoes of annoyance. Instead, David seemed pleased. “Who would you be?”
“I’d be the girl you’d beg to take home.”
